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Echo of Lost Love
Echo of Lost Love
In the placid solitude of the night
When stars hum their song around the full moon,
In the heart echo of lost love ignites,
Of love battered by hateful hands too soon,
Shattered by shameful concrete walls of hate
Perchance penned in red in my book of fate.
The echo resonates like hammer blows
In the delicate drum of my hard ears,
Relays streams of tears from my eyes to flow
Like rain water along paths far and near
Inflicts on my heart sordid stinging pains
Lays on my breast tons of sharp stress and stains.
Echo of past moments spent together
Spills deep within me like wild woeful waves
Spurting up like white foam in the ether,
Even should I wish to be bold and brave
Mellifluous words exchanged in the past
Resonate now like springing from a blast;
Echo of shining smiles cherished erewhile,
Piercing the silence to reveal my plight
Now sounds vexatious vinegar and vile
In aftermath of love taking its flight
Leaving a soul at the door of distress
In a well of scary and shrill sadness
Though echoes may resound in mid of night
New strength sprouts up in the face of wild storms
As with coming dawn, darkness takes its flight
And like rivers life flows as per its norm,
With shattered heart, a stronger self arise,
With every lessons learnt, the soul turns wise.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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