Just for a few more
days
Let me have a few more hours
A few more moments
Let me soak your beauty
To whose serene layers
Melancholy clings fervently
Take the rest of my youth
And this life that's a void without you
This life which is nothing
But the tattered cloth of a beggar
Patches and stitches of pain and pining
And the scent of a mirage hiding its poverty
Pity these helpless throbs
Of my mind and my soul
Helpless, this body longs
For what was never his
Just a few more hours
Will since long captive, dreams have surrendered
This is what I've inherited
This is what I couldn't escape
Let me have a few more hours
A few more moments
Let me soak your beauty
To whose serene layers
Melancholy clings fervently
Take the rest of my youth
And this life that's a void without you
This life which is nothing
But the tattered cloth of a beggar
Patches and stitches of pain and pining
And the scent of a mirage hiding its poverty
Pity these helpless throbs
Of my mind and my soul
Helpless, this body longs
For what was never his
Just a few more hours
Will since long captive, dreams have surrendered
This is what I've inherited
This is what I couldn't escape
For the sake of the love
that we said we carried
Let’s bear this
humiliation
Just for a few more
days
A few more hours
Let me lie on your
lap
That never failed me
There's a tiny heart inside, that's a rebel
Agony and abandon never scare it
It beats but for you
Just a few more days
Stay for a few more hours
We know that you'll go
For there is nothing to stop you
Or make you wrap your arms
Around this tattered cloth of a beggar
That pretends to be my soul
There's a tiny heart inside, that's a rebel
Agony and abandon never scare it
It beats but for you
Just a few more days
Stay for a few more hours
We know that you'll go
For there is nothing to stop you
Or make you wrap your arms
Around this tattered cloth of a beggar
That pretends to be my soul
Thank you Durga ji
ReplyDeleteI am speechless, truly superb :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Meenal. Very kind of you.
DeleteSo touching ! Dumbfound after reading it.
ReplyDeleteJitendra Mathur
Honoured to hear this Jitendraji.
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ReplyDeleteThis life which is nothing
ReplyDeleteBut the tattered cloth of a beggar
Patches and stitches of pain and pining
And the scent of a mirage hiding its poverty
- Beautiful lines. I love it.
Thanks Guru. So glad you liked it.
DeleteLovely poem. Great work!
ReplyDeleteThank You Anupriya. And welcome to Reflections.
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