Days with nights
Seldom collide,
Waiting restless,
Dazed hope in stride.
Distance obscure,
Parched rains pour.
Sweet scent fragrant,
Fading folklore.
But wish they still,
Of adoring arms,
Of Caresses long,
And doting hugs.
But a bridge to cross,
To miles reduce,
So sail across,
Mighty lonesome blues.
May the miles reduce soon. Beautiful words Naba! 🙂
Beautifully penned! Loved it 🙂
Enchanting..That was this was!! Lovely.
so much depth in words..can b interpreted in 100 ways…woww
Beautiful
That was a beautiful and touching expression! Lovely, Nabanita!
so deep and lovely…