Hari Om
The Watcher- His
This day again
I watch her pass
This has become
My daily task
In the hope that
Once, some day
She will turn
And look I pray
So often have our
Paths now crossed
But still, even now
I'm at a loss
Why she looks
But does not see
Does she never
Notice me ?
And to silence
I am cursed
But to speak
I ever thirst
Perhaps some day
The time will come
And we two
Shall be as one
Until that time,
I must wait
For that twist,
That play of fate
So I watch,
For all this while
And fill my day,
With her sweet smile
|| Shri Ram ||
|| Ambadnya ||
|| I Love You my Dad ||
Arnav H. Tongaonkar
10.2.2016
The Watcher- His
This day again
I watch her pass
This has become
My daily task
In the hope that
Once, some day
She will turn
And look I pray
So often have our
Paths now crossed
But still, even now
I'm at a loss
Why she looks
But does not see
Does she never
Notice me ?
And to silence
I am cursed
But to speak
I ever thirst
Perhaps some day
The time will come
And we two
Shall be as one
Until that time,
I must wait
For that twist,
That play of fate
So I watch,
For all this while
And fill my day,
With her sweet smile
|| Shri Ram ||
|| Ambadnya ||
|| I Love You my Dad ||
Arnav H. Tongaonkar
10.2.2016
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