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Love Again
LOVE AGAIN
On this day, when tricky time
Has already turned love into wry rust
When forgetting dominates
More than the remembrance
I forget you like I forget my red rose
Standing alone , old and gnarled
At the far end of my yard,
Its leaves more blighted than green,
Its twigs more stunted than straggly.
But when I remember, it is like
Its rare , single bloom overpowering
Me with its same old fragrance
Into a spasm of fond recognition..
19 Jun 12
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For SKAT's contest, 'Old romantic poems'
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