Aranthabailu Ummar

To forget a love

Infront of my home a tree without leaves
Weak, thin leaveless branches full spread across
Moon glancing behind this in a cracked shape

Many aching lines in my mind
How can I share the unability of my love
Intesity and pressure made me accept other as partner

From last many years my worship for love
My begging of the god
Washed out by a huge tide of matter of money

For me moon is burning and become hot
And the sun is very cool and darkened
Stars arrested the air by its merry

I cannot feel the smell of the love
I cannot fill the life by pouring the love on desire
For one rise of the moon my fragrance will set

Submitted: Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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  • Rookie - 812 Points Unwritten Soul (8/20/2011 1:24:00 AM)

    It's like almost a year this write was written, almost a year i was read this poem...
    Some says, how to forget that smell if you keep the fragrance with you...
    Forgetting is not easy sometimes, we may forget something very fast but somehow
    we cant choose what to be forgotten, it beyond's like the more we want to erase the more it stay hard, coz whn we want to remove that we keep memorizing the things..repeating the same scenes...Nice to read it again my old friend_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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