Legacies Of A Past Best Forgotten: - 03: The Silent Separation Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Legacies Of A Past Best Forgotten: - 03: The Silent Separation
Why to cry
O'er the spilt milk?
The Sun is fading
below the line of dusk,
Our memories of
the lost springs dissipate away
in the gleam of
this darkening hour,
the hour
of our silent separation.
The cold autumn breeze
has stopped singing
long since the skylark
of our silent love
started rhyming
the song of
the dead palm tree
near the graveyard
of my dreams lost
in the desert
of desperate effort to
bring all the moonshines
of your youthful warmth
and all the sunshine
of your rising lust
back to their
rightful dwelling place,
the home of my desires,
your heart.
Both of us know,
my darling that this Sun
would keep rising
behind that far hill
where we dated,
that shy, round moon
would keep sneaking
through those semi-dark veils
of cloud to shine the valley
down this landscape
where you stood waiting for me
under that large plum tree
with eyes unblinking and
a heart beating, an ear dying
to her the footsteps of
our kissing moments.
Why do I recite these to you
when we are no more here
together, anywhere near
to get us listen to hearts
that beat for each other?
Is it a legacy just supposed
for me to remember?
Or it is better
we end up the story here?
The cold autumn breeze has stopped singing long since the skylark of our silent love started rhyming the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned. 10++++ Alina
ong since the skylark of our silent love started rhyming the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned
the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned 10++
a heart beating, an ear dying to her the footsteps of our kissing moments. Beautiful poem.So nicely written. 10
where you stood waiting for me under that large plum tree with eyes unblinking and a heart beating, an ear dying to her the footsteps of our kissing moments. A great poem shared with us. Thanks poet. 10++
where you stood waiting for me under that large plum tree with eyes unblinking and a heart beating, an ear dying to her the footsteps of our kissing moments. Beautiful poem.So nicely written. 10
ong since the skylark of our silent love started rhyming the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned 10++++
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The cold autumn breeze has stopped singing long since the skylark of our silent love started rhyming the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned.