Hope Poem by Jujutshu Kumar Deb

Hope



Thinking of you
I look at the empty bench
It was here my love!
You sat daily
And I used to draw pictures
And write poems.
But now I see
Dust, Dust, Dust,
Nothing is left,
Only the empty silence
That mocks
In solemn gloom
Forgetting everything
I wipe away the dust-
For- you may come tomorrow.

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