O darling!
The meadows are dancing
With singing grass
Your love as tune of guitar
resounds beneath my heart.
I designed a space
With the albums of memories
Where the landscape never fades,
Grass always sings
With addicted bees
Where flowers never withers.
By gone is the loneliness
That never hurt me, Punch me
As you play the tune of love
with soothing rhymes.
I console myself
As you are a myriad
In my deserted life
Still I am searching
The water fountain
Though I know, it’s impossible one.
Sunday, October
31, 2010
nice love poem hemanth bhi .... one day you must get her whom you searching and she will very happy when she read this poem ... hahaha
ReplyDeleteWho won't like the solitudeness if it's so fascinating as you expressed here.
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