Remnant Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Remnant
The eyes meet and then
It rains kisses from the heaven.
I turn your soil into mine
And give you a moondropp divine.
Storms our loves weather
Tides bring our souls together
Hearts woven one, we ride into fires
Timelessness is what our bond aspires.
But youth is as ruthless as a mirror
Like a cold creeping terror,
It catches us to leave us behind.
You and I carry its embers in our mind.
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4/19/2024 11:33:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very pitiful situation! but this kind of emotion can be overcome and think of all these notoriety when we are middle aged human, we would not cry or even care to remember the past! What a great relief that we are able to forget and move forward!