When the dew begins
To fall, swathing
A forgetful curtain upon
The silenced memories of the past -
Arises in my mind
A piece of broken music;
Trying to joint the lyres'
Long lost strings - which lied apart.
In my struggle to connect
The past with the void
Of future; comes to my mind
The memory of an enthralling Adagio -
Composed long ago.
Gone are those days,
Leaving on the canvas of life
A colourless scenario;
And leaving in my deserted heart
A Silenced Adagio.
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A good start with a nice poem, Dattatreya Dash. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.