Sometimes I feel I should become a rain cloud,
Pouring rain
endlessly, my voice forever loud.
At times, from the poet's quill, I'd flow,
Into verse, while letting emotions grow.
Sometimes I feel I
should become the breeze,
Unseen, yet
stirring, with an effortless ease.
Your touch, I
sometimes long to sense,
Lost in the fog,
yet with you, immense.
Sometimes I feel I
should craft dreams so fine,
And unexpectedly,
into your world entwine.
In dreams, when you come, stirring my soul's call,
Your touch on my skin, ignites like a thrall
Sometimes I feel I
should be the moon's soft beam,
Just Like a “chakor”
bird ‘s dream, I'll gleam.
With no thirst for
desire left, just pure and free,
All desires fulfilled;
Full and free in solitude we'll be.
Friday , 22/03/2024
, 04:55 PM
Ajay Sardesai
(Megh)
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