Why (a Love Poem)

Why (a Love Poem) short poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi


When a song for you sings my mouth
why the stars start twinkling at night
when cold waves blow from the south
why the moon hug the stars very tight

When I search you in the rock caves
why candle hides behind the cloud
when the sky bends to kiss the waves
why peaks melt and whisper aloud

When I chase your shadow in the sky
why the sun sinks and look gloomy
when the melancholy dusk makes cry
why the night falls and look bloomy

Dear, when I need you most in my life
why you crave for a deserted island
when I accept you forever as my wife
I promise to fly with you on highland

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