The Little of You <br /> <br />Do you still with downcast eyes, <br />Sit with your head on your knees, <br />Or with a smile, hide your tearful eyes, <br />Or burst into laughter with nonchalant ease, <br /> <br />Do you still run your fingers on your face? <br />As you entwine your hair, in strands when they fall, <br />Or blush yourself as you run for space, <br />When some stalking eyes give an unwanted call <br /> <br />Do the winter breezes still express their charms? <br />As they gently settle on your face, <br />Or do you welcome the sun with open arms, <br />As you hold their rays in a tight embrace <br /> <br />Do you still in your moments of sorrow, <br />Hide your feelings in careless fear, <br />Or wait for someone to come and borrow, <br />Your freshening smile in exchange of a tear, <br /> <br />Does anybody dear, in his truest heart, <br />Loved as I, with such élan and grace, <br />Or held you in closeness or distance apart, <br />As I held you in a soothing embrace <br /> <br />Alas love as I close my heart and think with my head, <br />The mist of time gets thicker still, <br />For every step love, that you have taken ahead, <br />I linger behind with an uncanny will, <br /> <br />Our days were numbered in the fingers of destiny, <br />And our love unphrased, in the annals of time, <br />In The little of you etched in my memory, <br />I preserve my moments –those moments sublime.<br /><br />navin sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-of-you/
