searching and finding

You can not find your favorite pen or
Your key or book
When for that thing
You desperately look.
You can cry like mad
And can roam about
And can turn your table upside down
And can look miserable.

But,
When you leave your search,
In a day or two
Forget the thing
You were pining for,
You find that devil
In front of you
Smiling,
With its luster lost.

That’s the reason dear,
I can not but fear
I can never find your love
As never will I quit my hope
As never can I forget you.






umesh patra