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A short Poem


Hi to all, this is a first in a series of short poems that I shall be writing over the course of the next few years. These are basically experiences, some real and some imaginary that I thought would be nice to pen down.


Do let me know in the comments section below what you think about these.

Enjoy!! 



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Footprints on the sand of time: A heartbreak

She sat there, wailing and shouting at him over her phone,
Why does he not care about her?
Poor girl, maybe she loved him more than he deserved
She had flown off to a far away land
She had given her all to him
And that day they talked, they talked and talked
The boy in vain tries to explain his problems
The boy tries his reasons, she listens to them.
It was never that he didn’t love her
He knew there couldn’t be anyone better.
It was his attitude to life that had created the gaps.
Perhaps she understood, perhaps she didn’t
And then a while later, silence took over, time stood still.
Slowly the boy starts breaking down,
All the memories with her haunts him like a nipping needle
A tear rolls down the boy’s cheek,
The girl sees it, she doesn’t bulge;
And more memories, ‘the dinner dates’, ‘the short trips’, ‘ her birthday’
‘Bike rides’,‘Football’, all of them flashes before his eyes.
He couldn’t believe he’ll be missing these.
Slowly memories take their toll on him
And slowly he melts into a harrowing, heart-rending sob.    

(2R M)
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