Troth

The rain will fall,

The stars shall call,

Let love come to my gate;

I won’t be there,

I hardly care,

The world will have to wait.

As spring goes by,

The young leaves sigh,

Calling out my name;

From dusk till dawn,

But I am gone,

And care not who else came.

For I have sworn,

A life forlorn,

Waiting for a friend;

My word, I’ll keep,

Until I sleep,

Or world comes to an end.

  ………………………………Manjishtha

                                               (16.2.10+10.6.12)

Dedicated to PRATISHTHA BHATTACHARYYA

(https://www.facebook.com/pratishtha.bhattacharyya)

Image courtesy: http://borromeanrings.blogspot.in/

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2 comments

  1. pratishtha · · Reply

    am confused whether i love the lines or your rhyming more………..love the essence…….and it’s purity pf expression………

    1. Thank you 🙂

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