The Solitude

My Love,
Come in the autumn
we will harvest our dreams
that we had planted years ago
How sweet would it be
if you would come before
the unbearable winter.
My Love,
Come, just come-you,
bring nothing
million kisses are waiting your returns
you will not have time
to look at back to the past
we will live in the present
moment by moment
tomorrow will not be the day of solitude
the day you arrive,
the day you smile,
in front of me.

19 September, 2003, New Delhi, India

All poems are from-'From My Heart to Your Heart'  © Prathaa Magar (Pradeep Thapa)

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