Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Poem in Response to ~Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 46 ~Love and Its Not being There

Over the years I have learnt

To be soft and tender in my speech
If I have to reach
The heart and soul of someone I love;
Over the days I have tried
To be patient and brave
To bear the harsh realities
And save- my strength to wait at length
To let the silent tears soothe my fears
Of The Grave and Lonely years
Over The moments I have stepped
back, to give space
To close my eyes and feel
The serene face and tender touch of
The Spirit I so dearly love.

Over my life
I have drifted, along with the flow
I came to know
I have to go and be slow
To move step by step
shed tears drop by drop
Over my heart I found, nothing was my own
It All had to be gifted, to known and unknown

Over my Heart I saw, as inside I bled
Outside All was Black as the invisible was red,
The return of Love was hard to find
Values virtues had vanished, no one was really kind
The more you cared and shared, the more you lost
No voice could be heard until it was a shout

And with all your sincere Love
Your love was always in doubt.


  1. Nicely written!
    Loved this line - "The more you cared and shared, the more you lost"

    Could feel the pain in those words.

    Thanks for sharing!

  2. Poetry Picnic Week 3 is open for submission until Thursday, 1 to 3 random poems are welcome…

    Welcome in, free and fun…

    Glad to discover your poetry talent, hope to see you share.
    Bless your Tuesday.

    hope to see you around us.

  3. Umesh Rao: Thank you for reading and appreciating

  4. Dear Gooseberry Garden
    Thank you so much for the appreciation and invitation.I'd love to join the picnic and share with all my friends.