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I shall wait... - poetry


I Shall Wait. .

On all the new mornings, and every singking evening, I wear a small crescent, in the finest of my accent. . .

Those memories come up storming, that tender touch so warming, That lovely comforting weather, Feeling as light as a feather, With hands diagonally each other, And nobody else to bother. . .

With a feeliing as to fly, in the open blue sky, That lonely bank of the river, and a mild wintery shiver,

With silence all about us, and the huge Eucalyptus The water flowing faster with our mumble and our laughter, Those cascading whispers, Calm character being a listener. .

The sky appeared timid, and the rivir far too vivid, That firm hug under the vine, Sent chills down my spine.

A drop on the nose and a peck on cheeks, and then apart for more than a few weeks, I miss, so much the warm affection, Soul to soul- a pious connection, The care in your eyes and a delight on chin and those caresses par satin. . .

It's lonely sans you, Oh my dear! Being far away, I feel you near I feel your sound right within, Like droplets sound on the porch tin.

When the world goes dark you be light, To cross over the fiercest night, I shall keep behind you like the stars in space. . . Till the darkness vanishes to send new phase.

I long for you, I long for you, For dawn sun, just like nights accepted do, I shall find a new way to my fate, I shall wait and wait and wait and wait. . .

Shilpa Malaiya is a mainframe discipline foist and presently pursuing her masters in Human Resources. She writes poetry and articles on a wide range of topics- Malaiya. shilpa@gmail. com

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