Have I sung the sweetest song?
In my solitary agony, all night long..
Of the nights and days in oblivion
Of the kiss yearned in unfelt song?
Of the tender Sistine touch, withheld feelings?
Part of our sojourn in life
Written in obnoxious jargons.
Lyrics of life is yet to fathom
On your birthday rhythm
Life is a song of lullabies
Yet to blossom…
Of the tender springs in wild spring kiss
Sleeping at wondering at the unseen glees…
Dreaming of meadows would caress
Of the future wonder – we possess
The wonder is here to see
The splendour anonymous rummaging bonfire.
Yet to glee..