Remember me
not with regret
but with all the good
we tend to forget
For once I loved you
and loved you well
before the journey
through our hell
Christmas past
lingers there
in our dreams
before despair
You may have been right
We were so young
The ideas we thought
had barely begun
But as the bells ring out
over the quiet snow of today
Take a gentle thought
for our better yesterday
(December 18th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
कविताPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
