Aimanu Begum

Buried Love - Poem by Aimanu Begum

In December
the month of cold, cheerless winter
sitting by the fire I remember
the warm, cheerful song of summer,
of the welcoming sound of rain
falling without end against the window pane,
of the soft, humming breeze and him
of smiling brown eyes and our dream,
how we would sit on the veranda watching
the traffic of rain, never ending.

I am peering into a fairytale
through the mist, the glamour now pale
or like winter outside desolate and cold.
A seasonal love story someone has told,
not mine, but the forlorn hope no long throb
with life, now buried deep
by the dismal blanket of snow.
When the summer returns, standing at the window
I will again watch the rain fall
but him of smiling brown eyes I'll never recall.

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  • Freshman - 780 Points Aranthabailu Ummar (12/21/2012 3:47:00 AM)

    hei, you took me some where
    the day i forgot where i can forget such faces
    but moon is the shadow of sun (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013

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