Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Tough has been, 
to pass a moment unseen.
Such a need, comfort of sight
You have been.
Heart stolen, calm stolen, slumber stolen,
Mental peace, interest in world, hunger stolen.
If you are far how life shall pass,
Don't you want to rest in my arm's compass?
This life is yours, this heart is yours,
It's pain of every sort is yours.
Yet you thinketh not to console my soul,
For an instant, not to say about life as a whole.
If you love me find a chance please,
So that our meeting, enjoying may increase.
So the life is, so will suffer,
If you don't come to me forever.

--Nectar