You Should Have Said

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Sunset Kangkap Churachandpur
Yearn to hold thy trembling hands;
Over turbulent seas and scorching sands
Unlike all, never you utter'd a sound.

Sugar sweet is your healing word;
Humble, honest, heart of gold-
Only not you speak your heart.
Unaware that your hands are cold.
Love you showered upon me
Dear I'm here don't you see?

Had I known, you would change
Anger in your eyes is really strange.
Vindicate me from this mystery-
Expel me from this misery.

Stayed despite all hints,
And for years I pled.
If I wasn't the charming prince-
Dear, you should have said.


Comments

  1. UnknownMar 2, 2012, 6:58:00 AM

    wonderful................just spellbound. well knitted.

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    1. Naresh KhoisnamMar 2, 2012, 11:47:00 AM

      Thanks swagatika. Trying out new ways of writing :)

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  2. liklaMar 2, 2012, 11:04:00 AM

    hey! i also wrote a poem with the same pattern last year!

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    1. Naresh KhoisnamMar 2, 2012, 11:48:00 AM

      Maybe it's time you start writing again. This is what we call Acrostic right? :)

      Delete
  3. Learn Digital MarketingSep 21, 2017, 12:02:00 PM

    Nice post, things explained in details. Thank You.

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