krish Srinivasan Poems

Those usual cozy walks by the secluded lake
Cease to exist today as life takes a very different turn,
The lake looks for reflections and the pathway for footprints,
All that happened was perhaps never to happen
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The moonlit night and the subtle winds brushing through the trees
Remind me of our walks by those pathways holding the hands
Those amazing moments
That nubile closeness felt with the fragrance of your hair;
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