Passed the nights, counting stars, all
the way;
My sleeps gone stray, since you went
away.
The clouds rained upon, only my tears;
with my sentiments, wind began to play.
The birds have been chirping my hymn;
sang the song of love, on your pathway.
Moon and the stars shined my whiteness;
so as your nights be cool, calm and okay.
I felt your breath and whiff in blossoms;
about your fervor, whispering breeze
did say.
Peeked out every train passed, of my window;
perhaps boarded on one, you might stay.
I ever felt your glory in my closed
eyes,
your revered presence through night and
day. Since …
My sleeps gone stray, since you went
away.
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