Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

I Crave For Love


I believe words can make one feel
Feel, all the emotions
Words can make you cry and even smile with immense joy
Strength of words is often misunderstood
Though, the ones who do understand
Often, experience the feelings which otherwise cannot be ever felt
I wish to love through words and even hope to make it true
As my heart only requests to be in love.
Please, do not show me sympathy as I do not require it now anymore
My desire is to truly be swept away by a girl.
Just one beautiful girl I wish for
My heart is a lonely island and I crave for love.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Soumita Sarkar (9/15/2013 6:38:00 AM)

    Seems you dont have a GF.............but one day surely u shall have ur heart's desire fulfilled...........thanx..........do read my poems.......if u can.tc (Report) Reply

  • Abhishek Mishra (9/11/2013 6:56:00 AM)

    It seems like poetry comes to you naturally, what a lovely poem this is...it made my day: -)
    please do check my poems and comment if you find them worth.
    Thanks (Report) Reply

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