Thursday, 10 March 2016

Saudade of Thine

Saudade of Thine

This pleasure agonizes me,
And its ailment has turned,
To a twinge of amaranthine.

I should wander no more,
And spawn, thus, no further,
These jell-o poems of mine.

And twiddling words, thence,
Can jump the picket fence,
And saunter... until sunshine.

For they must return to me,
Before I retrocede to a glen,
Betwixt... Saudades of thine.

तू जो यहाँ है... मैं भी यहीं कहीं मिलूंगी,
कम, ज्यादा, तुझ जितनी ही खिलूंगी।


  1. Absolutely beautiful...Loved it much!

  2. Hello, Sadia!! Sounds like the temptation is overwhelming, whilst painful.