The Remains Of My Palace Poem by V P Mahur

I have still been searching
For my guest
Who had come to me
But disappeared suddenly
Though I kept her
Lovingly and comfortably
In the palace of my heart
I served her
Whole heartedly
With my true loving feels
I felt she was really pleased
But I don’t know
What happened and how
She left my house
Sad and mourning
And missed without telling
If she could tell me once
What would make her glad?
I could do it
Even at the cost of my head
If someone finds her
Let her be informed
That I am still waiting for her
Burning the wick of my breaths
In the oil of my blood
To remove the darkness
Of her absence
She must return at least once
To tell me
That I have no chance
To have her as a guest
In the remains of my palace