I Wanna Meet You Again

I Wanna Meet You Again short poem

Uploaded by Sayantan Sengupta

I never knew who you were?
A princess , queen or an angel from heaven
I dont know from where you come and where you go?
But I wanna meet you again

The misty benches of memories
Do encompass the tears hidden in raindrops
The woods of silence and trees of emptiness
Do echo the sounds of the quiet sobs

I do cry all day and remember your smile
The winds and rivers console me and say its all life
But I always be stubborn that gives me pleasure
That love will find its way in its own leisure

Its raining from ages and I have been still waiting for you
To tell you that my soul isn’t dead and I really love you
To convince you that its all silence and no honeybee
To make you beleive that there wasnt anything left in world except you and me

The rose kept for you in my pocket doesnt smell now
But its colour of love and hope is still enclosed in my heart
Eversince you left and I waited for you till now
To feel everytime that the wait is over and this day is gonna be the last

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