If you can’t
Hold me
Till eternity,
You can at least
Touch me
For a fleeting moment...
If you can’t
Give me
The sunshine
Of happiness,
You can at least
Bequeath me
A ray of joy...
If you can’t
Heal
My burning wounds,
You can at least
Caress
My tired scars...
If you can’t
Give me
A spring of commitment,
You can at least
Give me
An autumn
Of hope...
If you can’t
Stem the cascade
Of unshed tears,
You can at least
Dry
My moist eyes...
If you can’t
Sing
A lyric of love,
You can at least
Express
A comma of concern...
If you can’t
Join the neon lights
Of the procession
To my pyre,
You can at least
Light a solitary lamp
At my grave...
Sweetheart...
All I want
Is a little space
In a tiny corner
Of your heart,
Like
A footnote
In my autobiography...
1 comment:
A masterpiece of romantic tragedy. I love the last stanza... :)
Well, I too am charmed by your poetry and tempted to scribble something here... :P
Anyway, here it goes...
If you can't
be explicable,
You can at least
be possible!
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