Nights Sing! | Poem

The morning sun,

Thee not been a lover yet,

Thee not been a woman yet,

Yet there are admirers of you,

And, my love,

I say proudly, I am in love with you.

You might not find your love in me,


You would find everything in me.

I am just a lover, no more nor less.

I am waiting for you to wear the red colour,

And come to my life as a charm,

I end this by saying that I am not able to see

Around. I see you everywhere like a mirage.

©Suraj Jangid


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