I have nothing more to speak <br />Days are dreaded and nights are making me weak <br />She is fully fitted in memory box <br />Never to be forgotten after I made it hoax <br /> <br />It had made me blind <br />I was not clever enough to be kind <br />Enough water has flowed down since thereafter <br />Small leisure moments are left to think and utter <br /> <br />How that dear cuckoo makes me restless? <br />Sun never appealed me with brightness <br />I was in deep love with bright rays <br />It appeared from east to remain all the day <br /> <br />No doubt she knocks me from no where <br />I open the eyes but with no strength to dare <br />I have no answer to her questions <br />I can only lament and make little mention <br /> <br />Yes I deserved nothing in return <br />Yet it was not bad turn <br />Until I made it unholy <br />To be condemned wholly <br /> <br />Early morning walk makes my pace down <br />That lovely cuckoo reminds me of love zone <br />She used to fill it will melody of her own <br />I too had dreamed of it and was well known <br /> <br />She is no more near to me <br />Yet I feel like bonded free <br />Her invasion to privacy remains still live <br />I got to repent by heart and believe <br /> <br />If dead were speaking <br />I could have made it for asking <br />But alas! Dead are gone forever <br />Never to return to original fold ever <br /> <br />Memories are like coffin <br />Where lies only skeleton <br />With mountains of sweet moments <br />Only to refresh it and resent<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-more-22/
