That excruciating pain
Deep within the soul
Buried beneath the
Rubble of blur memories
Almost strangulating
The leftover of me
I cannot bear,
Bear anymore
The burden of
Ever-expanding distance
Where two parched souls
Live together in separation.
Each evening ushers
A tornado in my heart
Each night slides
An avalanche ..
Yet the eternal wait
Which blooms within
Like the fragrant
Jasmines ... buds open
Then I sit to compose
Another poem
Touched by your hands
Words stolen from your soul..
Oh ! What would I pen
What would I have written
If you had not given..
Some love, forsaken !
~Manjuri~
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