Epistolary poem #187 written by Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai of India and Kristy Raines of The United States of America


Let the night come, my heart burns
I miss you in the middle of my life
Your love has destroyed me in toto entirely
I have been a slave to your love
The pity is I’m neither living nor dying
You have turned my life like a hell
My heart is such I can’t ignore you
It hurts badly for the wound is deep
My eyes do cry; let them roll tears
Let the dark night come again
I want to sleep in your slim arms.

©®Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai@India.
Date.Monday,12 Feb 2024.

She waits for him in the darkness…


Let the day turn into dusk, my heart yearns
Draw me close, for I miss your breath on me
Your love has kept me in a torturous cell
as I wonder when you will come for me
If this is the hell I must endure for your love
Then, burn me deeply into your memory
Let me dress the wounds of your heart
with the touch of my lips and silken hands
Dry the tears that now drip on me like rain
as they soak into the core of my desire
Bring on the night so I can feel your depth
Come sleep in the arms of my love tonight.

February 12, 2024

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