As my mind wanders back
While I stand near the broken window pane,
A breath of fresh air
Touches and caresses my face.
I see your dreamy eyes,
Feel those whispers and tears,
As they blow my heart
And rip off my soul.
Sudden gushes of cold wind
Needles my skin
And I gaze at the dry flat rose,
Which still has your odour,
As the death of love
Is mourned once more.
Copyright © 2013 Indranil Bhaduri
death of love means everything put to an end great expression a nice and standard write quality here
The death of love is mourned once more? You mean love has been dead before? You entrance me with your words. I bet there is more to be heard. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Wonderful poem. -W
As they blow my heart And rip off my soul...... Nicely portrayed....
beautiful beautiful imagination my brother. a good composition selection of words. a complete poem. unbeatable. thank you so much for sharing.
missing the person thats gone, it almost as bad as losing them in the first place
Wonderful poem.. It reveals my feelings..it seems as if it is written 4 me..m touched! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good love poem.