MISSING YOU

Missing you is not easy oh..Dear
Its like living in the consuming hell fire
Mortal pain is felt yet not dead
I'm missing you in every passing moment
The soft voice and the tender touch

The same home and the same furniture
But no more same since your departure
The whole house is missing you
Missing you to turn it into a sweet home
The home where dwells the warmth of unconditional love

Missing you is the toughest job in the world my dear
I find myself being haunted by our fond memories
I try to identify you among the crowd of blond ladies in the market
The sweet laughter of a lady reminds me your charming smile
That compelled me to confess my love unto you

My heart is sick and swollen
My life is dry and baren
I'm missing you like an old tree missing its fallen leaves
I'm missing you like the deserted palace missing its past glories
I'm missing you like Nepoleon missing his heroic exploits at St. Helena



Poetry by Amar Gurung
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Written on 2009-08-11 at 09:59

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