Passing Of Days - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Every day goes by.
The Calendar flips a good bye.
Apart from the usual din of seasons.
The buzz of people.
You remain, I remain.
The background moves,
As if in disdain,
Thinking we won't change,
Neither you nor me,
Ever in love, yet painted in pain,
Wanting each other,
But in our own different ways.
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