Waiting For My Sweet Woe Poem by Saddam Husen

Now a day my heart is flinching
It wriggling for being in love
A strong feeling arise through instinctive
When I look at my silent mobile
No call, no even any love message
I badly miss sweet words and a face.

Though I like my friends much, attached
But for this, my faith pother move
The talk about her, I can’t say even few
Conversation ends at my fake smile
Their arrow words kill my patience
Sighed, moaned and feels anguish.

Away- alone, I used to think a matched
Everywhere look with keen eyes for dove
But still waiting for my sweet woe
No trick, ‘cause my core is fragile
My heart is summon for a true one
Who love me-I love her
Who talk- eyes to eyes and
Live indulgently hand to hand
We shall sing a song queer
Between us, there will be none.