I close my eyes,
In a hope to see her again.
But then I open them,
I see nothing at another end.
I search, but my sight,
Sees nothing familiar, but for hope.
I’m still alive,
Just to see my life down the slope.
So much to think,
Of many things, I had to say,
I’ll give my life away,
Just find me some another way.
Searching for the known,
I need her a little beyond more.
But the time has gone,
All pages of my life are torn.
So now I stand,
Beyond grief my expressions say.
No emotions left,
Just a dry & dead rustling way.
And I look back, for
A glimpse of her, I may see someday.
I walk alone…weeping
In an innocent month of may…..! ! !
ARSHAJ GAIKWAD
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/month-of-may/
