My waiting eyes,
chilled in clouds,
wandering above the,
frozen peaks of the mountains.,
where darkness at nights,
and brightness of snow at day,
blinds me,
and fears of frost bite,
blown whistles of furious winds,
are to push me to drift in death valley,
why i want to know your presence,
close to my mind,
where a warmth of life,
is with survival,
my limbs are grabbed by white bears,
and they want me,
to drag in their caves,
and these bears are happy,
to find some taste of red blood,
i want finally to know a reality,
do you love,
to see me at this particular moment,
when i am to find asylum at heavens.
Rafique Farooqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-eyes/
