You
I waited
for a long time.
Speak,
My hope will
End.
An SMS
changes clime,
Weak.
When you will
Send?
Nothing
I asked for.
Offer
Some bliss
To me.
I desired
Not a life nor
Glamor.
You, just miss
Me.
Once,
You, become
Plaintive
And express
Heart.
Tell
Felt some
Sensitive
And confess
Part.
Let
My heart leap,
Knowing
Your aptitude,
Stance.
Let
The heart keep
Singing,
And in solitude
Dance.
S. Bharat
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
You
I waited
for a long time.
Speak,
My hope will
End.
An SMS
changes clime,
Weak.
When you will
Send?
Nothing
I asked for.
Offer
Some bliss
To me.
I desired
Not a life nor
Glamor.
You, just miss
Me.
Once,
You, become
Plaintive
And express
Heart.
Tell
Felt some
Sensitive
And confess
Part.
Let
My heart leap,
Knowing
Your aptitude,
Stance.
Let
The heart keep
Singing,
And in solitude
Dance.
S. Bharat
