Unrequited Love
And try to touch her don't know, why?
The more I try, more it strains
My tiring muscles and the brain.
The heart always ready to state
Makes me living corpse when at stake.
The emotion elevates to its peak
And finally makes me sick.
My fantasy to make her mine
But how absurd! Her dreams aren't mine.
Unable to comprehend the life's doctrine
Which merely turns into a Utopian Dream
Poetry by Bhakta Raj Giri
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Written on 2006-11-12 at 03:42
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UTOPIAN DREAM...
Every morning I find her standing byAnd try to touch her don't know, why?
The more I try, more it strains
My tiring muscles and the brain.
The heart always ready to state
Makes me living corpse when at stake.
The emotion elevates to its peak
And finally makes me sick.
My fantasy to make her mine
But how absurd! Her dreams aren't mine.
Unable to comprehend the life's doctrine
Which merely turns into a Utopian Dream
Poetry by Bhakta Raj Giri
Read 565 times
Written on 2006-11-12 at 03:42
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