Thursday, January 10, 2008

All those times then,
When I used to be in your arms,
Rest my head on your chest and sleep.
All those times then,
When your hand moved gently over my head.
All those times then,
When you held my hand
And pressed your lips on my forehead.
All those times then,
When I was loved and cared by you.
All those times then,
How will I forget them?
Although a dream,
I remember every bit of it
At every moment of my life,
To miss you much more,
And love you even more…

2 comments:

Naveen Gupta said...

r these self composed poems??

Roopa Deepak said...

@Naveen,
Yeah, most of them are..