After so many days, I
call you,
Two calls remain
unanswered,
In the third one you take
a few seconds,
To convey that you
are busy,
I get my insulin for
one more day.
Do you know how
significant,
Are those few
seconds, those few words,
The honey of your
voice for me?
No!
Then ask the one who
gets a loaf of bread,
After a starvation of
a few days.
Ask him who lost his
way in a desert,
And reaches an oasis
unexpectedly,
By the virtue of his good luck,
When his courage is
about to exhaust.
Your words were no less than,
That loaf of bread,
More vital than,
That piece of good luck,
For your crazy adorer.
Today your few words
satisfied,
My desire to have a
conversation,
In another day hours
of our sweet exchange of soul,
Leaves my wish to
talk unfulfilled.
Love is really a
strange thing,
At times, a single
droplet fulfills the thirst,
The other day, an
ocean leaves thirsty.
fabulous work!!
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