Bleeding Memories Poem by Wing Commander Narayan Prasad

Bleeding Memories



YOU, a piece of glass,
Me, polish of Love!
I made you a Mirror! !
My reflection
Your silent smile of perfection,
Your sighs, your song,
Made me smile all along!
Then, amidst tempests and temptations,
The Mirror dropped, beyond expectations.
Now everything is lost,
Except the traces of bleeding memories.

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Height of imagination of poet. Piece of glass, applies Polish of love
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