DO I MISS?

DO I MISS?


When winter comes, snow does abound
And roses are not to be found,
Then O my love, do I miss them?
No, your rosy cheeks are around.

When day's warmth and brightness is gone,
Do I night's cold darkness bemoan?
No, my love, your thoughts keep me warm,
To me a new light you have shown.

When nightingale is no more heard,
Its tunes are by all remembered,
Then do I miss its sweetest songs?
No, sweeter to me is your word.

When sky is clouded, I can't see
The stars that I watch with much glee,
I don't miss them when I glance at
Your eyes sparkling enchantingly.

When my imagination flies
Too high and is lost in the skies,
Do I wail that my hope is dead?
No, ‘cause in your bosom it dies.


• Written in aaba, 8-8-8-8 format


M C Gupta
29 April 2008