Unacknowledged...
A memory that was never framed;
A Love Story that remained untold -
A poetry supposedly rewritten each hour, every day..
Blurring the pale harsh shadow of life and death so forth!
It all started on a wintry late afternoon, with the warmth of a gentle breeze,
That had managed to flow over the ruins of the cities and the half lit streets.
It was wondering till the end upto the vastness of the plainlands,
Until the infinity catch hold of it and kissed it's forehead to let it seize!
Well, that could have been a plot of a well crafted novella edited and designed by eternity...
Unless she had cut it short to make it simple and sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem