A Touch Of Yours Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

A Touch of Yours
Oh my love! Last breath of mine,
Waiting for a touch of yours
That makes me easy to die.
I had never tried to feel
And understand you.
When I felt meaning of love
Death knocked door to remind
Indeed, it's too late, you to feel.
Like a dried and fallen leaf
Beauty of my flesh has gone.
Me..really pretty sorry for
Those nights I had shared with
Someone else, betraying you.
I am now, jealous of moment of joy
That we had spent together
To carry with me in my grave.
Let me expect you to remain
Happy without a person like me.
My blessings in disguise
Will favour you until you die.
Come on, my dear, Oh my Love!
Make me easy to die
With last touch of your love.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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2018..Dec 30..10.10 AM