In my book of life
there are so many pages of my past memories
being preserved
very carefully
as of date…
Some pages are endowed with
the fragrance of closeness
as if adorned on the palms
with soaked henna smells slowly...
More so
some pages engrossed by the dark night
of aloofness
sink into the fog of cool winter
like an apathetic calm evening…
Even today I have preserved
with utmost care
all those of my old memories
like someone keeps the holy books
at holy place in the home...
Even today I have preserved with utmost care all those of my old memories like someone keeps the holy books at holy place in the home... amazing and heart touching....... Beauty with brains....... I love your every word.......
A great poem, really like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, A True Poem About Drugs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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