Memory Saved In Blood Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Nor there queries were when they met,
Nor yet answers ever to get,
Nor easier was it a task,
Too little being there to ask,
When four eyes became two, one fate,
Two rows of teeth when smiled in spate,
Memory of lifetime was set
In digits, bits, nor yet in byte,
Saved was it in warm blood in flight,
Never easy to erase,
Memories forever in chase,
What mattered was: they met!
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Musings | 08.02.16 |