Old Loving Face Poem by V P Mahur

Often when I
Peep out of my old window
I see you
With your head bowed low
And a blush
Caused by the hard effort
To hide your love for me
Ages have passed
Yet your face is still the same
Out of the window
Blushed to red
And a soft smile
Deep love fed
Young and passionate
But o fate!
Can those days
Can never come back
Often with a smile
I think how
You would look like
Today after so many years
But I only find
Your loving face
Pretty young
With loving kind
Your sudden jerk of head
And dispersal of silky locks
On your elegant back
Your swift running
Around that corner
Ah! What a sight!
I know those days
Will never come back
But I still see
Your morning face
Out of my old window