Remained Awake,
Kept my doors open,
Al-through the night,
Perhaps sometimes
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In the morning I found the White sheet Of my infinite awaiting, Like the shattered heart, The bed of my nights Bathed with dreams Is still like a blank paper And untouched, Virgin. Thrilling and heart touching. Thanks.10 marks for it.
I could feel the pain.. loneliness gradually takes away into a new and different world.. Good poem. Thanks for it. Nitu
ke the shattered heart, The bed of my nights Bathed with dreams Is still like a blank paper And untouched, Virgin. The pain of separation tortures you to sucu extent that you feel like fish out of water. May God reunite you someday somewhere. Thanks Sir for the lovely poem.10 has to be awarded. Seema Devi
Beauty of love expressed in finest poetical words which is the rare quality of exceptionally talented ones.
I feel highly flattered sir when I hear this from a poet of your order, Sir. Thanks a lot from my heart for the words of inspiration and the gracious visit to my page. Anticipating a few more visits and Namaskar. Subhas
A heartfelt drop! ! waiting for ones lover to arrive and fall into arms. Spilling of emotion is thick here. Liked it.
Alas! In the morning I found the White sheet Of my infinite awaiting, Like the shattered heart, The bed of my nights Bathed with dreams Is still like a blank paper And untouched, Virgin. Thanks for shared29+++++