(HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABHI !!)
“What is it that you find in her?”
The question startled the lover…
A moment of pensive silence
And he replies in a daze,
“She is what I want and what
I myself am not; she is the
Breeze when I’m the kite and
She is the bird when I’m the branch;
You may cut down a tree but
There are roots deep down.
And when her tears wet her face,
It’s my heart that’s torn apart…
My heart is perched on a high cliff,
It maybe wounded any day
Though I can’t tell her all this
She’s too precious to be lost…”
Let it be how fate wills ,but
Love always makes it’s own way…
wow… you are seriously talented. really touched a chord in me… i can really relate to this.
as usual i liked it a lot and touched me
thnk you 🙂
wow…thts sooooo sweet…uv got pure talent yaar…continue ryting this kinda poms…really soothing
" And when her tears wet her face,It's my heart that's torn apart…"That guy is stupid, too sensitive and idiotic, to have these kind of feelings for a girl. Well, I guess its this kind of a guy (the character in your poem) that you people look for when you love. That could be one reason why love is equally stupid. I-cant-live-without-you and I-will-do-anything-for-you looks good in poems and literature and movies, but imagine what a pain in the ass it will be if you really have a relationship like that. well.. I did not like the theme. Ya, we are poles apart in terms of attitude – 😛 but yes, you did write it well. 😀
:l :l :lDont insult the character.and i wudnt expect you to understand the theme..thnq fr the compliment anyve .
good one….And when her tears wet her face,It's my heart that's torn apart…eventhough it could be a cliche'it cherish this poem…i liked it very much….