A SLICE OF LIFE IN POEM (IV)

SILENT YEARNING

O Love where art thou stay ?
Thou never come.
Never, to heal,
my broken day.
Day which passes,
sans your sight.
Sight, which seeps,
into unfed night.
Night, like reservoir,
of pristine thoughts.
Thoughts that never,
matter to you.
You unmet persona,
of my vision.
Vision of a union,
when love would say.
Say with me,
we both are blessed.
Blessed is that cosy,
subtle moment.
Moment, we choose love,
love chooses US