What did I do this time?
Did I scream or throw you away?
Or did I pour down on your head that precious bottle of wine?
What did I do that you treat me like stray?
Sure, I’d never treat you like precious- I don’t want to.
Sure, I’ll scream at you, for I have no one else to pour on.
But, why not for once, feel the pinching loneliness around here?
Or at love hidden deep amidst, when I treat you like anon?
So, if you’d say that you’re busy or bored,
Or just for once, not care to ring me up,
Listen to this first confession of my love so pure.
And I might not repeat it- that’s how I am in the way of stray or great.
I love you and care for you.
Not a day passed when I didn’t think of you, or await that odd call or your rare message- very short.
But, when eyes could say it all, why are mine so silent?
Or do you hear something in this pandemonium around- just a word, probably?
I love you more than anybody would ever do,
So, why not talk to this foolish, sad lover once again… just because he loves you?
3 comments:
ur poems r marvelous...loved dem a lot..keep up d good work..:)
pronoy..... m goin crazy bout u.... u r doin n amazin job! js kp goin....... all my best wishes...... god bless ya..... tk cr
Great job, Pronoy. We have some really talented poets in our team, including you and Shastri. Looking forward to seeing you back at office soon. Hope your father's operation goes on successfully and he recovers soon. Tk care!
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