A Boat Without Its Oar
Many a days i spent lost in her thought,
and the nights fled by imagining her by my side, though there she was not ,
but still my heart beats everytime,
trying to match her's with mine, like a synchronous rhyme,
but just as the dawn breaks in,
a horrid reality sneaks in,
and emerges right back in my mind , that dreadful thought,
that i so wished would have rather forgot,
the fact that shes there no more,
and my abandoned boat has now even lost its only oar!
Copyright © Arn Ban | Year Posted 2015
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