IN THE
BLOOMING MOON LIGHT
In the
blooming moon light
sitting barely on marble floor
she is weeping over the loss
tightly closing inside the door.
Surrounded scattered epistle
allured recalling old days those
when you're roaming around me
holding in hand the beautiful rose.
How many songs were created
in the memory of thy sweet love
we dance and played in the rain
alike those newly wedded dove.
Now my pen ever playing
no more with lovely words
instead of painting with ink
it's flowing deep shaded blood.
In memory of those sweet moments
spent lying on U'r broader hairy chest
where have gone those beautiful days
Alas! together we enjoyed at our best.
In the blooming moon light
sitting barely on marble floor
still she is crying over the loss
can't you stay (with me) a little more?
©Dr. Satish Ch. Srivastava
2016
(12th May, 2016, at 05:41pm IST)
(12th May, 2016, at 05:41pm IST)
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