The world had too much to give and the heart had too much to contain.
Perhaps that’s why ancestors created poetry.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Why
You were the only one;
I shared my smile with,
And I believe so strongly;
This all was not a myth,
Warm closed lips on yours and;
My closed eyes under the tree,
Countless memories you gave;
Would never let me become free,
Tears those rolled down under;
Your cheeks and were lifted,
On my palm before touching earth;
Were the best thing ever gifted,
Tight hugs, cuddles and caresses,
And the pleasure I found in your arms;
I never want to be alone,
Where I will search those charms;
And when today I am trying to go far,
Why my eyes are filled with tears;
Why sobs, memories, loneliness,
Why a lot of unknown fears?
Ashish
24th-oct, 2009
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