Winter came suddenly
And I felt shattered,
Putting back some memories
That were scattered..
When needed to wash
The winter dress,
Which had so many emotions
That I suppressed..
The jhonson baby smell of yours
hasn't yet left my sweater,
But you left me
to pen the pain better...
The broken heart
still skips a beat,
But for our memories
Old like honey but sweet...
This smell of yours
I don't want to wash,
Love of years runs
And stuns my life in a flash...
I am still finding ways
to supress this pain,
And I will not wet my eyes
Untill we meet again...
___Preet Tripathy (28 October, 9:45PM)
Beautiful poem. Nicely Penned.
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