12.53am... As the sunflowers shall smile at the morning sun So shall my eyes glow in the morning breeze. The doves will be cooing, I am certain; And I too, am sure my heart will be cooing for you love. A sleepless night, seemingly it is, One demanding for a verse, for the one The one whose heart I intensely treasure. A midnight poem… As the sunflowers disgruntle the sun’s distance So shall my soul begrudge your heart’s distance. The loneliness though unpleasant, Shall never overcome The power of the hope of togetherness, That herein we so patiently await. But then my Queen, The crickets have been aroused. Don’t know by what but I can guess, If not by the magnitude of the love, Then It surely must be… The midnight poetry! 1.16am... Twisting. Shifting. Rolling. The pillow seems to feel dehumanised Oh No! it’s missing someone, I can tell, You my babe! I am comforting her by pushing it aside, And have laid my hand over her. For if we continue this way, T...
GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH