Your hands were cold when they held mine,
I felt so gold when I saw you smile. But how
often the thoughts haunt me, when you’d
not be mine. So I wrapped the heart for
no one sees me crying and felt to guard
myself from the worst of time . But I wish
you could feel the spark, a little of light,
our conversations in mild candlelight,
your deep eyes that never met mine,
yet I prayed to keep you forever mine.
From the hours I knew you’ll gift me sigh,
I feel it all, I feel it tight . But never mind,
I know to rise, from deepest pains and
hurting lies, my eyes are wet, my throat is
dry but I but burn to keep my heart alright .
Author Bio : Bhavesh Tyagi, is an 18 years old from Meerut, Uttar Pradesh . He currently studies in standard 12th of Dewan Public school, where he has been designated post of Student Editor . Two of his write ups have also been published in Dainik Jagran.