It Was His Love That Made The Lifeless Clay,
A Woman Of Completeness With A Hope To Live;
Many A Fort-Night Passed In His Living Memories,
Along With Some Dreams, That Grew Deep Inside;
For Him Only, Kept The Heart So Carefully,
A Year-Long Love, At The Brim Of Fruitfulness;
Immortal Expectations Of A Life-Long Togetherness,
Lived Each Lonely Moment As A Virtual Life Time;
Upto Him, Was Even The Rhythm Of Dying Breath,
Ray Of Hope Still Was There, For He Is Only Love;
Every Beats Of Heart Consoled, He Will Come,
In Moonlit Night Heart Fluttered For His Presence;
Never But He Realised The Depth Of Divine Love,
Lonely Now Waiting In Solitude, Though In Vein;
Over The Whole Night Cheeks Felt The Salty Warmth,
Veiled The Tears, For No One Was There To Wipe;
Even The Bleeding Heart Left Unrecognized By Him......
Meera Krishna.