Sunday Poem By Rejuan Sardar

To Be With You

I wish to become old with you before
Passing away with memoir no more,
Nor I wait with delayed anticipation
With you, I’ll turn old with adoration.

Nowhere I go, nowhere I want to stay,
No one is there to whom I can convey;
For you my deepest love and desire,
It’s felt like my soul, is set on fire.

Contemplating your physique in my heart,
Adoring you out from part to part,
And blooming the bud that I’d plant,
As a souvenir of my love, is all I want.

Not reluctant I am, to have you on earth
By your gentle womb we’ll give birth,
Most admiring soul that will ever grow
To perpetuate our love, is all, I know.