The last few hours of the year
You are nowhere around,
I could never feel your breath
I could never smell you too
I could never hold your hand
I could never kiss your eyes
There is lot that I can do
But there is nothing left to do
Oh dear! You might feel good about you
You only stole holy affections.
Too much pain at too young age
Numbs your mind kills your soul,
I could never live in your eyes
Lost my youth in unruly sighs
I don’t drink will never drink wine
Intoxicated souls will call me swine
I will bear all abuse for you
Though unrequited but I loved you
Oh dear!You might be happy at the year end
You only stole holy affections.
May new year bring new charms for you
May you perfect art of stealing affections.
– Prashant
Small City Thinker 