Ankur Shrivastava

Rookie (19th March 1989 / India)

The Last Morning - Poem by Ankur Shrivastava

The moon gazer held her hand,
As the night was about to end.
He prayed hopelessly
To hold back the last moments of night.
The sun was about to come,
Through her hair,
He reluctantly looked up.

The bond they shared was special,
It wasn’t a mere touch,
Their flesh almost merged together.
She smiled at him,
He smiled back,
A faint moonlight across their lips.

But Heavens never liked them.
As the sun came on,
Furious and brutal,
They embraced each other tightly.
Trying to forget the reality
That surrounded them.

The last words he whispered
In her lips,
“I saw a dream
And it winked at me.
I touched it And it vanished.”

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011

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