Anshul Sharma
At sea! I ask mean of what love truly masks
To me, my thought is faint as dusk turned dawn
To feel, don't wish, the touch of your soothe skin
Or kiss your lips that many lavish so desire
Neither priceless babies born nor whole life spent
Just once a glimpse a day if you donate
Be just thankfully, the cloud, the sun, the stars
That I can't reach, no worry, but feel at last
But slow pointless regret when old, nearly gone
Should not the 'why' of lost cherished past haunt
When could, when you allowed, novice, not love
Retake, never I pray do so again
Never, these words their best suffice convey
Hidden a dread in chest but kept in vain