Forgotten Love Poem by Arun Maji

I don't know what it is
But it's not dead yet.
Probably, it won't die ever.

It's like sunshine
Sometimes it hides under cloud
But it appears again.

It's like morning breeze
Sometimes it fades
But it grows again.

I don't know what it is
I really don't know what it is.
But you call it forgotten love.
Don't you?
But is it really forgotten?

Then how come
Every night you smile in my dream?

© Arun Maji