The first stolen glance
The longing, the desire
Passion building up
Self doubts, separations
Long walks in silence
Cups of cold coffee
Left untouched on the table
Steam dispersed long ago
For one stolen glance darling
Punished I am
For sleepless nights
Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Oh yes. When love glance steal our view. We are in deep trouble. A amazing poem.
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Thank you for your lovely comment.
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You are welcome. I enjoyed the poem.
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Words of encouragement from a fellow traveler is music to the ears.
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A amazing poem my friend.
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Thank you so much.
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