Still Waiting - Poetry
In my garden of heart
Birds sing and die
Flowers bloom and wither
Fruits become ripe and rotten waiting for you!
How many tears drop from my eyes
You don’t think about it
You don’t know about it
You won’t find the bottom of my love
Even if you search!
O my love for you
Gives so much pain
Gives so many poems
Why don’t you come and see for yourself?
Why there’s drought in the land of my body
You don’t think about it
You don’t know about it
You will understand it
Only
If you
Find me
In
Meditation!
