Love Poem-35 Poem by Devraj Harikrishna

Rescue me from all my lost.
Call me and I like you the most.
Thinking of you has become a twist.
It is noon, but I face dense of mist.

It has become difficult to differentiate and recognize
between the day-night, which is hell and where is paradise.
I have simply been following your voice,
which is sweet and blissful, others, for me a least.

Call me in each moment, I may fall asleep
keep me awake with a toot, or a beep
do not stay quiet or away, I will die
consider my purpose, oh my high priest!

I lost me in your eye
Loved the life and scared to die
Hard rock has turned to wax; why?
Clarify me, this is my lonely insist.

My feelings surrounds at your light
I dreams about you every night
Wish to spend whole life at meeting sight.
Allow me to walk the rest with holding your wrist.