The offensiveness of the past memories
Feeling the chill, I slide my hand in the glove
I sit beside the window and see the flying dove
Wind whispered in my ear, let there be love
So soft, so free, the tenderness I can foresee
The contemplation was hidden somewhere inside
Decision was taken; I let it out hard to shove
With all things below it, I put only this above
Wind whispered in my ear, let there be love
I turned to the earth below, it stared back at me
Deep resentment in her eyes I could see
Her loathing for the unanswered pleas stood above
In the middle of the ground sat the mourning dove
Beautiful piece of work. The thought is beautiful. :)
ReplyDeletethanks a lot :)
Deleteah !! let there be love ..let there be love
ReplyDeletelet the wind shove every one in to love :)
Good one saurabh
thank you Afshan :)
DeleteAbsolutely wonderful, Saurabh:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Amit sir :)
Deletelove it , nice one
ReplyDeleteOne of your best Saurabh. The imaginary and weaving love into it is beautiful. Enjoyed reading the play of words.
ReplyDeletethanks a ton Saru :) your words have motivated me to the core :)
ReplyDeleteLet there be love. Amen !
ReplyDeleteI found it what I was looking for......very creative mind
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Rohan :)
DeleteI found it what I was looking for......very creative mind
ReplyDeleteThanks Rohan!
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