My bed creaks with the pain of my loneliness,
My life reeks of the stench of my emptiness.
Do not run away considering me desperate,
A better lover than me you can only imagine.
My past is smeared with pains and sorrows,
My present painted with a cautious colour.
My future is bleak, I can't foretell a thing,
Come along if you want, don't be hesitant.
I'm not desperate, I've been lonely for far too long,
Now that you are here, I won't let you go away from me.
I'm not bad, I'm a PhD researcher, and have a future too,
Be my lover, we shall go for hiking on the hills & put up a tent.
In the night outside the tent, we shall make a bonfire,
And also cook the food with peaceful veg ingredients.
You just need to eat and feed me too, I shall do the cooking.
Afterwards inside the tent, we shall make love hot and pure.
My HP Poem #1905
©Atul Kaushal
