I see the love drop invisible in your eyes,
It looks at the drop subdued in my heart’s sighs,
Neither does it show it’s there nor does it see mine,
Still it waits there alone despite the destined wind’s tries;
I feel the warm flame in your hidden heart glow,
Wish you would have seen mine burn bright but slow,
Relishing in its warmth on the fire of time,
But intact and not doused by the destined wind’s blow.
Copyright 2018 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)
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