Canvas Of Time Poem by V P Mahur

This is what
I always wish to find
Something a special kind
This why
I always keep looking
Into your sparkling eyes
Always keep peeping
Into your little bubbling heart
Into the pink lake
Of your juicy lips
Always keep touching
Your sweet smelling shadow
That is what

That is just a trace of true love
A trace of sweet feminine touch
A trace of lovely perception
A trace of blue drop from your eyes
To quench my thirst of true love

But alas!
You too very strangely
Turned to a worldly harshness
Without knowing to my
Real feelings

Yet I still wait for you
And keep on waiting
Upto the infinity of time
My soul will keep on
Searching for the truthfulness in love

Until then I am busy
Making a picture of true heart
With the crayons of my pain
On the canvas of time