You don't have ear for me,
Yet I wanna shout aloud,
Till my outcry echo's after your ears.
For, I need you much more
This very time of abandonment.
Call me silly-billy
Or chilly-lily
This broken heart,
Needs you much
Than ever I needed you!
For I love you much:
With no room for hatred.
Think and rethink,
How we cherished; our rapport
The times of our chocolaty talks
My husky flavoured unrhythemic tunes
Followed by your lullabies
For this beloved daughter of yours.
Now can I pen not more,
To my blood- with pain!
Sorry my keyboard went to pots. My comment is heart felt. Sad is the loss of a father's love. Well written and touching.
poetry is - somebody's passion, somebody's nation but yet it is natural expression to you. I pick these as special. Now can I pen not more, To my blood- with pain! Kudos!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This broken heart! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.