Thursday, September 22, 2005

You

Hi.

This is one of my poetry titled 'You'.

You

You were the only source of inspiration;
You were my only salvation,
I know not what holds you from being in my arms;
You will be here, someday you will fall for my charms,

I have loved & I have lived;
Loved & lived though have not together,

This birth you could not be mine;
Next birth hope things will be fine,

If my love was true, you will be with me;
This time or next time it matters not,

Live in death, I will till such time.
I wait for the day you will be mine.

-Santosh
(11:35 AM; 10.09.2005)

1 Comments:

Blogger Jay said...

Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life's cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another you have only an extemporaneous half possession... Do that which is assigned to you, and you cannot hope too much or dare too much.

Ralph Waldo Emerson
American Poet
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