By Kishan Gopal Shahu
I carve her in my heart.
Lover is familiar with the love's essence,
Wind seems harder to breath in her absence,
melancholic air tells her presence.
The soul yearns for the salvation
Untill the voice of her emotion,
Drawn her image to the deaf and blind eyes of the lover.
Without that image there's no satisfaction .
Somnolence seems distant.
Night shivers more and stays longer.
But his berth remains vacant
Untill he has felt her.
He watches her with his deaf bind eyes
And listens with deaf and blind ears.
But his memory has memories of her
There's no conviction if he recognise her by looks,
Or'd been fooled often with the nice act
But he is he who is true.
If for to be remembered
His blind eyes and deaf ears have been cheated.
By Kishan Gopal Shahu
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