Dr. Baljit Singh
Dear God
My eyes were, dried out
Why did you fill them again?
Anyway, I like it when it flows
It nourishes me again

In her remembrance
Yet uncertain
What really impressed her?
She loves me again
Dams and rivers wait for rain
They cannot dress up again
My music, my poetry has reached a point
I don’t think; it would impress her again

She is a true love; she is above her gain
But I dress up usual, I want to revive again
Sing songs with my heart, and cry
I want to feel true love, dear God, to impress her again
If dams are dried out elsewhere
Fill them again
Very fortunate I am
You have filled my eyes again


Dr. Baljit Singh (above)
Friday 11th December 2015