The Unsung Melody
I still remember,
that lovers' point
and, those days of love,
we vowed to meet
across seven seas,
like the pairs of dove.
An era of ecstasy that was,
festooned with sarcasm for fun
And ,in a fit of craziness, as,
we were poised to die as one.
Alas ! the bout of melancholy, that was
I was dead in your absence,
in desperation ,had chosen to live
with ghosts ,in a city of silence.
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