The Light

Sanjeev 1995 (Bihar)



It's been long;So long,

Many festivals & occasions were gone,

Even; The morning greets were skipped !

Whom with I talk,

Too Whom, A greet; I always want !



Days & regret goes on increasing,

greeting others Infront; Makes situation embarrassing.

Thinking all about,

Sudden appearance of yours, kindle the regret out.

Looking straight toward your eyes,

Which Ignoring past; from unknown time,

Pressure raising as distance decreasing between you & mine !

 

'MADAM' The Word just skipped through,

Unaware When, it reached to you.

Focus of yours, turn around.

Thinking & Thinking all about,

Time was being running out,

Seems late, Everything getting out !



'WHAT HAPPENED' been asked?

You looking me like a nourishing star.

Thinking. Nothing been coming out,

Sorry remains, 'NOTHING' only spelled out,

Nothing left, only to leave the venue out !



Next morning !

Seems everything; Started from the past,

unpredictable appearance of yours, diminished the memory craft.

Happiness of yours; seen after a long,

EYES, BEHAVIOUR, MOVEMENT -Everything participated in that tone.

Meanwhile; I was looking at you,

Again the word 'NAMASTE' skipped through, XVIIIIMMXXIII

A 'NOD' ;the reply; given by you.

About this poem

It's been 1 year but I had never greet my crush not even a single time. This poem explain how I greet her the first time after so long!

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Written on February 03, 2023

Submitted by 7ksanjeev on March 07, 2023

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Scheme A X X X X B B C C D X X E E X C C C X X C C C B X X A X E D E
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,225
Words 251
Stanzas 31
Stanza Lengths 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1

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