At times
there are little surprises and little pains,
Drooping
down alone in the hasty rain.
As I forego
the shores of peace,
I stand
aghast in pain.
Will you
never come back?
Accepting
the fact is tough indeed,
Weird
questions come in mind,
Jealousy
creeps in the inner soul.
But still it
seems,
There is
nothing but trauma,
Peace
boggling around,
It features
low to raise me.
Raising me
from the grounds,
It stands to
look at the tears,
That seems
to be nothing,
But the
inner view!!
I object
your absence,
I know you can’t
hear Pa,
But at times
it’s so difficult,
To be
without you in the oceans,
Of the
restlessness,
Of the soul.
