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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Echoes of past Sounds that had been Touches once in lust Now nothing Ah, you are not dead in a sense Your eyes had read these very prints Much of my eyes I got from your genes Many see in it your glint Once glimmer of gold As she would say Now of bronze a little old The iris in dismay I go through in delight What you had once read Feels how were your day and night What you loved green or red Your handwritten notes in margin Those acute angled alphabets Is the evidence of my beginning Burnt holes on some pages, of my cigarettes And that too your brand The brown rings of capstan Under the feet loose sand Your warmth in my hand I too love to underline As I read my favourite books Copious notes of mine Almost identical looks I do feel the soft leaf Of your palm on my cheek A cloud of brief grief In the dark, something do I seek? The dictionary you used I love to consult very often The smokes you abused A feature common The way I read and write I feel I arose from you You loved to fill the pages white On which now falls my dew I wish I could retain The values you entertained But your fountain pen has to remain Empty, no ink, the market complains If I refuse to drink whisky In a party, sometimes, Many a friend laughs at me They would say, take juice of lime Photographic films are not sold The shop keepers look on and smile As if a customer two generation old The contax camera lies idle We move on with our times Stream eats into old banks We change our rhymes and crimes To the changing river, thanks We caress it, hold to our chest Smell and look through too Bring out your poses in rest Again inside eyes the dew This way we continue The before toward the after Your things are my moments with you Nothing in a sense is closed chapter __________________________________________________________________________________________ 4/11/2016 For the Poetry Contest:. Old Jewelry or Just Old Things or Old, Old Poems - Sponsored by Broken Wings
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