Did you in yourself ever feel,
the urge, silence and thrill?
One that creeps up from deep,
a feeling that is yours to keep.
Like a splinter in a bonfire,
filled with love and not ire.
I stay warm in your bosom,
with each throb love blossom.
Your absence from me taunts,
your smile to me haunts.
Like the fragrance of spring,
a freshness it does bring.
Like water drop on dry land,
being together hand in hand.
I count days, you count hours,
like fading fragrance of flowers.
The sky and horizon would meet,
a blissful sight and heavenly treat.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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