December 30, 2010


Months are receding,
I’m still your biggest fan.
Carrying you on my shoulders, defeated
helps to keep me missing and conceding—
every wish is a beaten dying one.
Love is loosely based.
Lorn with yearn, and stubborn it’s true,
eagerly I’d relive each day with you.

Go from me
and keep what I lost.
Take your prize,
pour, till empty,
out this poor man’s food.



  1. Hi,

    How are you , long time since I visited your space.

    just checked and found this lovely piece of work ..a very nice poem .
    Loved it ..

    On this ever of new year.
    Wish you and your family a very happy new year.

    Take care.
    keep smiling.

  2. vivek: thank you very much! happy new year's to you and yours as well!


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