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I Miss You



                                                                                                             When I can't sleep at night
                                                                                                             When rain drops fall heavily, I miss you.
                                                                                                             When I remain alone
                                                                                                             I remain alone most of the time
                                                                                                             I miss you.
                                                                                                             I miss you so much
                                                                                                             I have to remain far away from you yet
                                                                                                             When I burn in my own bodily desire
                                                                                                             When i sing a song
                                                                                                             When whisper a poem
                                                                                                             I miss you.
                                                                                                             I like to kiss you
                                                                                                             Hold you tight in my arms
                                                                                                             I know I can't
                                                                                                             I miss you.
                                                                                                             When I touch my flute
                                                                                                             When write a poem
                                                                                                             I miss you.
                                                                                                             When the sun shines so bright
                                                                                                             The sky is deep blue,
                                                                                                             I miss you.
                                                                                                             When there's no sound in midnight dark
                                                                                                             When I wake up at dawn,
                                                                                                             I miss you.
                                                                                                             Before I go to sleep
                                                                                                             When my sleep breaks at night,
                                                                                                             I miss you.
                                                                                                             Miss you like a lover misses his love
                                                                                                             I miss you.
                                                                                                             I miss you.

                                                                                                             @Dipan Chowdhary

                                                                                                             Pictorial Poetry


                                                                                                             When your
                                                                                                             words
                                                                                                             make you
                                                                                                             breathe
                                                                                                             through the
                                                                                                             picture and
                                                                                                             smile through
                                                                                                             its posture

                                                                                                             ...Author

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