Friday, December 17, 2004

Away

Of twelve days, a day barely passed
and your missing is sickness in my blood.
How do I bear the eleven remaining?

3 comments:

Anand said...

jhagda kar ke, hor ki?
luv,
lim :)

milk tray said...

i love this blog. your poems are amazingly emotional and real. have you got a book of them?
from milktray, halfway across the world in New zealand.

Monica said...

Hey milktray, thanks! I don't have a published collection of my poems as of now - but I hope its out real soon.