For fourteen years,
Winters came and Winters gone,
The warm bed, the coziness,
Has since been forlorn.
Now for a little warmth,
You have only imaginations.
Curling up alone night after night
With imaginary cuddles and kisses
You keep your warmth alight
In the cozy comforter's fancied delight.
For fourteen years,
Springs have come and gone.
Flowers blossomed, grasses looked green,
His face appeared at every scene.
Above the flowers butterflies hovered
To remind you of your parted beloved.
You tenderly touched some flower petals
As though you touched his parched lips.
Astride your walkway here and there,
You saw his loving face everywhere.
Dhaka
19 January 2016
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Though the love has been lost, still she lives in the memory of that love. In everything she sees, she beholds his loving countenance. It is hard to bury alive a love that has been deep and sincere.A very poignant write!
'It is hard to bury alive a love that has been deep and sincere' - I couldn't agree more! Thanks for the kind feedback, @Valsa George.
Poignant and melancholy poem, you can feel the mourners loss. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
'you can feel the mourners loss' - yes, I felt it deeply and hence this poem. Thanks for reading it and the kind comment, @Roseann Shawiak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An expressive write, very well narrated. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for reading the poem and for the comment you've left, @Seema Chowdhury.