Golden figs r the moments
spent with u
Casket of treasures r the feelings
Shared with u.
Nostalgic r those butiful days
Time had no meaning 4 us;
Where defied were the nature's lure
We escaped the definitive elements
Cocooned in our own self,
I long 4 those back days;
Wishing u b back in my arms
insular in our own world;
Where nothing has a purport
Not even the god,
Except I and u;
All spent, I m forlorn now;
Still waiting for the dooms,
When my life,
I could render to u.
1 comment:
it is one of the excellent work which i have ever seen either it is blogs or anything.
As far as the poem has concern the one word comes in my mind is "superb."
Great comcept and great philosphy.
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