SONNET

The life unlived,and bliss ungained of thee

Become the daily urge and nightly dream

What should I do with them I canst not see

The thirst is here and too within a stream.

Thy thought goes not from me but ever stays

To bring thy primal glow, thy smile of rose

I cant forget, inspite of all my prays

Thy grace unearthly, which for me I chose.

And thus dies not the pain of having lost

Thy touch, tho' never got, but hoped to get

Now deepens death, my Love, of ages' frost

The days remainig shalt be spent in fret.

But still I wish thy memory to keep

To have thy prints to shine in darkling deep.