Ankur Thakur (13-10-1994 / Samastipur & New Delhi)
Count of days have been lost,
Like vision in a thick sheet of frost,
Memories too have been blurred,
Graying things which once were coloured!
The same body which once was one,
Is far today like night and the sun,
Eyes which once died for a look,
Is now happy like a brook.
But a humble blanket of mine,
Contemporary to our happy time,
Still posesses a pinch of her smell,
Echoing me the tales she once did tell.
How strange this life (and we) get,
Where a breathing body forgets,
But a thing which since birth is dead,
Remembers all that once was said.
Ankur Thakur's Other Poems
- A Girl's Desires
- All Beauty Is In You
- Always Together
- Always With You My Lover
- Am Coming To Take You Away
- Atleast For A Summer You Came
- Away From Love
- Calling Me
- Candles Of Love
- Even For A Moment
- Fault Is In Me Not You
- Friends Not Lovers
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