Treasure Island

Sanjay K John


Begging to my love


Neither you discover,
the put across of my eyes'
my love
nor you heard
the satisfaction of my heart.

your trigger off image,
stays in my eyes
I am in dream world.
don't turn this love
into a passing dream
my love
begging you to sleep in my eyes

you are my dream
you are my soul
take condole on me
my love
stay in the house of my heart
please don't
turn it into burning ashes
my love
fill it with stove of happiness

money, I have not
to make the material world.
a loving heart, I do have
to rule the kingdom of love.

how long I will wait,
my love
please recognize it now

Submitted: Saturday, August 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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