Separation
life is a path of complex sensation
the walk being through thick cloud..
and when there is a call for unthought separation
its tears which do the talks aloud...
look the moon lacks shine and calm
freshness eludes my little room..
the picture is your waving palm
all covered with the clouds of gloom...
now even in loud cheerful laughs
there is something which holds me within..
like two little separated halves
something separates the lands we live in...
the memories of days of togetherness
are like wounds fresh and new..
which bring in pain so endless
everytime life reminds me of you...
the joys, the plays, the long hour talks
all seem a story untold..
the jokes, the fun and the everyday walks
all remain with happiness to unfold...
come back oh!, the time is so late
its hard to refrain..
the wait has been long, lets change our fate
cause without you life looks on with disdain...
Copyright © Anmol Samal | Year Posted 2015
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