I wonder whether
remembrance is
a gift or a curse?
As it pierces like
a sharp needle
in my heart.


Remembrance

I wonder whether
remembrance is
a gift or a curse?
As it pierces like
a sharp needle
in my heart.
Someone who'd
dwelled in my heart,
Had walked
far-far away.
My eyes unaccustomed
to tears,
Shed a drop or two.
In the pain of
having lost them
forever,
In the fading
winter mist.
While I still
remember those
who'd gone far
away,
And who would've
even forgotten
me by this time.

By:- G.S.Vasukumar



Poetry by g.s.vasu
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Written on 2006-12-02 at 10:36

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