[Nineteenth poem is about the deprivation of love one experiences before falling in love. I hope you like it. J ]
Befriended the garden bench,
Love thirsty, searching to quench;
If this reason needs explanation,
It’s all about,
The deprivation.
Lived in solitude till now,
Needs a soul that cares, somehow;
My deserted world needs cultivation;
That will eliminate,
The deprivation.
Be my shade, I sought sun,
Sooth me with love and heal the burn,
Let me be your possession;
And help me escape,
The deprivation.
-Priyesh
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