My feelings that you will come: -
When I sunk deep in thy memories
Slightest noise is so heavy to seize
My slumber, peeps through the slit
And desires silently weep and spit
My feeling when you not turned to me: -
Waiting: a jar within it, thy face I keep
My dreams and thy memories haunts and I weep
Like hungry baby, uncared
Jar must be broken unheard
Aftab Alam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-in-love/
