Could you please hold my hand, my dear <br />And listen to my song? My song of joy and pain <br />My song of footsteps washed off by the waves, <br />Of music of the heart both melt and unmelt <br />Of the Kajal-mixed hot tears and the pain <br />Of the journey by the snake-boat sinking down and down <br /> <br />Could you please listen to my song, my dear <br />Of the serene calm morning and dawn <br />Of the young sun’s golden rays showers <br />Of the sweet notes of anklet picking flowers <br />And the whole lot of them snatched away <br />Away for ever, from the breeze of joy <br /> <br />Could you please listen to my song, my dear <br />Of childhood joys and brotherly love <br />Of the pain of separation of us being scattered <br />To the corners of the world by the tempest of <br />Ill-fate; leaving behind memories deep <br />Heaving the sad sigh of my emptied life <br /> <br />Could you please listen to my song, my dear <br />Of the butterflies that saw us happy on the swing <br />Holding the spring in our tender hands <br />The sky grew dark scaring and staring <br />The torrential rain with vengence! <br />We lost the spring and floated down and down <br /> <br />Could I recline on your breast in ease and comfort, my dear <br />We searched for life in the heaving waves <br />Our limbs became lumps and dead tired <br />And I woke up with my spring lost forever <br />What a heavy loss it was! <br />Let me find solace in your bosom, my dear...<br /><br />prasanna kumari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-song-9/
