Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Sense of Life

And it was not deficient
With the shortness of breath
It came through death
The sense of Life.

The sense of Life
Always brewed
Often in disguise
Muffled - untold.

When you were not there
I felt the pangs - ah! another
When I was missing
It went past a hugging
That my deprived eyes beheld.

Just that pain did not realize
That within the cloak of
Every hour deprived
Brewed through solitude
A cry unrealized
And through moments unspent with you,
It was not Life always I choose
It was You.

~ A.

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