With A Hope

In the evening
When she comes out to place
A lamp on the stair
When in dim light
Of gloaming her eyes shine
Shedding a mystic glare

I start loving her
More and more and wish to
To make her mine
But she comes out
In the morn with tears in eyes
With face sans a shine

May be for her
I am not made and she gets a
Lover better than me
I keep on waiting
Under the tree from where to
Her mood I can see

by Tiku akp

Comments (1)

I start loving her More and more and wish to To make her mine But she comes out In the morn with tears in eyes With face sans a shine.. .lovely theme. It is a beautiful poem on love having touching expression. Thanks for sharing.