Those Eho Lingered Poem by Karan Tripathi

I call memories; polished stones
With its shine; past and gone
All what; sea of time left us
Aren’t the remedies; but remorse

Sun dried the mightiest
Winds blew the bold
All the finest; decayed and died
Now embrace the Mother as gold.

I’ve stooped beyond the limit
Can’t fall any further
So I look back; traces of you
Like teardrops they linger.

Birds fly in summer skies
Fishes swim in blue lagoon
Unabashed; no bag of lies
Unaffected by banes and boons

I wonder if it’s true
The things we love, we lose
Never happened, though, with me and you
As we never let us choose

There aren’t any angels
On streets of black heaven
That can remind me of you
Of your heat; so brazen

My words failed me
They couldn’t conquer your heart
If they ever, though, made you glee
In the letters; I tore apart

A forsaken son of war
Nurtured by your love
Breathing his last; all for
To let loose what he lost.