sometimes, this too occur
I have to live without her
Now and there, she Is not present
I mear ly search her in my poems
Might I get her there, but
I return from there with my
hands bare
she is out of the sight
My heart prepares itself to flight
Tears are ready to come out
They are waiting for my big shout
But I will not do that as I have
promised her this thing. But they
come out.sorry! I too, am a human being