It is not a compulsion,
Never an implication.
But always a conviction,
For a heart's sensation.
You may speak and write,
All big and small in might,
That you care, you love and so on,
But you fail to keep and carry on.
Don't defend as if you are right,
Just because I am quite.
You make grave errors oftentimes,
And the day with no you many a times.
It is an emotion not a pleasure,
To stand for a while a disappear a mile.
Happiness and consistency is must.
No words, no lectures nor the wealth,
Not even the wonders of world can mean.
It only asks for the time,
Yes my love, just your time.
Dedicated to the one who needs a thought.
Dated: 07/01/2024
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem