Portrait Poem by Bharat Mehru

Portrait



Why I cry?
For whom I cry?

My tears are certainly
not about millions
that I never got
Not about the people
hopes in whom
my heart has lost

My tears are-
about her, I read in book
about her, the folk sang
about her, a mind denies
about her, a heart praises

These tears are crazy
They continuously busy
drawing a portrait
of the unseen
In thought she flies
all the day and night

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bharat Mehru 19 August 2012

Thanks a ton for your review.

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Shivani Gupta 19 August 2012

Like the feeling behind these words..thanx for inviting

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