Cold Waves Off Shore Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Cold Waves Off Shore
Is it coldness dear?
Or is it a way? ?
In our life and death
we have promised
always to lie abreast,
never to part away.
Like the days since we met
we still do our things-
We eat,
We sleep,
We play,
We pray,
and do
so many things together.
But now
we never shout at
the dining,
we never fight
over the match results,
We never argue on
sides of our bed,
We never draw attentions,
We never deny on anything
fought for earlier..
Is it a cold age
for our planet of love? ? ?
the fires of passion are delicate things, aren't they? you wrote these feelings so well, even those still in passionate throes feel the lostness and the pain-- 5 star for sure
A beautiful poem on life. With time the concept and idea of love change. So true. Loved it.
Thanks my dear Anil Sir for your close introspection on both..the poem and on human life..these invaluable words inspire a lot.
Lovely poem, The ways of life and hence our feelings and thinking pattern changes over time.So is the love life.
Is it a cold age for our planet of love? ? ? .... //.... Yes, it's nothing but the old age effect. Excellent musing about life's final season i.e. winters. Thanks.
Thank you Sir..it has been long since I had this pleasure..Thanks a million Sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I wrote a comment--gave you 5 stars--then PH said it collapsed on me so who knows if this comment will reach you either--you are a great poet
Thanks dear Susan for these lovely words of inspiration that carried me into a zone of overwhelming feelings. Happy New Year.