Day after day,
I would sit in my room.
Doing nothing. Just nothing.
But thinking,
Of how my days have passed.
In these few months.
Pain.
Pain in my heart.
Pain in my soul.
Of eagerness for love.
Of tenderness and care.
Of Memories.
Him,
I see above all.
I have detered God.
Feeling his presence.
Overall,
Everywhere.
Despised,
Was I, amongst them.
Do I care?
My memories,
Would be buried,
Along with me in my heart.
Live,
Shall I.
Cause I am a witness,
To his presence on earth.
The farthest I go,
The safest he will be.
In my heart.
2 comments:
The farthest I go,
The safest he will be.
what it points to...???
good going nisha.......
i liked this one...!
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