Treasure Island

Rajesh Kumar Vaishnaw

(15-08-1985 / Bangalore)

Will You Be With Me


I hope things are well with us;
But somewhere my hope about you
Is more than hope itself and life itself.
What shall happen so shall happen
But my hope will be hopeful even in case of doubt
This is because my hope is not just hope
But it forms my living breath without
Which breathing is not at all breathing.
I feel, I think, and I hope
What more shall I say about you
Of my hope. So this I explore from
The deepest part of my heart with
Hope and say to you that I
Will be with you as much as you
Are in me. So will you be with me
And in me because a special place is
There for you for all the time in me.

'Dedicated to my beloved mother'

Submitted: Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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