Clear evening skies, blinking stars
or the golden crescent, above a green velvet,
make the turf you'd pray for being with her;
Darkness like Diwali evenings, you'd also cherish
for the lamps lit to brighten up the airs.
The pain in the hearts is also relished
for the warmth of the hugs that they bring along;
There's a growing anxiety, a craving for your voice
even if it meant being hurt - by you!
The urge to see you is ever growing
the thought of sight, or touch makes me possessed
I'd dare the storms, and still cling on to hope
even if, that means being through the pain of waiting.
Nights used to be just a part of the days
until the soft rays of your love shone on my turf;
I would never complain of darkness, had it not been
for the sight of light of love in your eyes!
© Sashikant Mohanty
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