The more and more I move
Closer and closer and she comes
When I push and shove
In my ear, a sweet word or two she hums
What joy does she find in my bitterness?!
Why does she spend her time in vain?
And wait for me with such eagerness?
How do I return love for love again?!
When in contact comes my eyes to her eyes
She shows so much care and yet wishes to depart
And away when I am gone; the thoughts in me rise
And leave my heart-broken into pieces apart
My poem may not rhyme, but by this, my love and emotion I show
Pleasure might it bring and reading this she might know
Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS