I am waiting for her.
Arid responses will not encourage me,
Married to some stranger I shall not be.
But before you marry me,
Obviously, you should love me,
Right now I'm bereft of true love,
Erase my grief, don't be tacit,
Don't be brief, it's not implicit.
Away from me,
Lonely she's not,
Only sincere to life,
Not distracted by me,
Easy it's not to entice her.
Air in the room suffocates me,
So does my anonymity.
Hailing from the metro,
Early it is for her, a tad bit,
Love can certainly wait,
Love can surely grow.
But for her, I'll get an Enticer,
Up to her, I'll make it,
That's a promise to myself.
Her lips I'll long for,
Oh, not for a kiss,
Personally for some words,
Especially of admiration.
Thoughtful she's not,
Okay I'm not.
Beautiful dreams take time,
Especially as I'm weaving them alone.
Life, it gave me lemons,
Of all, I can't just make a lemonade,
Validation and I need some love too,
Efforts I put need validation,
Don't keep me deprived of love and attention.
2° Acrostic
My HP Poem #1977
©Atul Kaushal
