Longing?what do i know of that?
Perhaps it feels like the parched
Earth before a queching shower,drenching all and sundry.
Or perhaps it may feel like the
Tiny blades of grass-stretching,straining
Incessantly,foiled in their efforts to feel
A touch of sunlight.
Perhaps it feels like the glass on a windowpane
Waiting for the first raindrop to caress it.
Perhaps it feels like the hand, waiting for
that one touch of another hand- a touch to fulfill all desires.
Perhaps it feels like the soul
Devoid of human love and care; with
nothing to live for and no cause to die for.
Perhaps,perhaps,I do not know……
Longing!what do i know of that?