I have never seen anyone’s photo
With such longing.
But when I come to the last page
I can’t close the album.
I trace my fingers over your eyes,
Feeling the warmth of your tears.
I weep yet still you look at me
Not saying a word,
Not responding to the warmth of my hands.
Days come and go,
And every day, many times,
When I come to the last page,
I can’t bring myself to close the album,
You are still looking at me,
Cold and silent.
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- Nitu
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2 comments:
Hey nitu,
A touching poem...good one,
reminds me of my mother...
-Dufus
Remorseful, Tearful...
I go through it sometimes, and then close the picture on my comp, and then reopen and watch it for some more time. Looks like it's hard to get over strange things like this; like love...
You can't kill it but try to stand up to it and face it...
(PS: I'm no stronger than you, but trying the above recipe)
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