An Old Read Poem by Lokenath Roy

An Old Read

Rating: 5.0

A broken lamp,
Torn pages shaded of twilight,
footnotes of my name.

My fingers run across,
yearning lines, over wrinkled folds
like once they ran over your heart.

All these torn pages of promises we made,
faded prints of our memories,
My tears shall smudge them forever;
This evening shall be the last.

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