I am still ‘ I am’,
When I’ll become, ‘was’…
Presence is not so much relished,
As much valued is the loss.
When against the invincible destiny,
I will fight…,
What if, you hold me,
Out of fright.
First and the last time,
You may kiss me gently,
And I’ll call it...
Love At Last Sight.
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3 comments:
I was a little apprehensive at the beginning but it was quite powerful. Very well written. I love the fact that cliches were avoided
thanks Dhrubo
an awesome poem. soft & powerful.
liked the last 2 lines the most.
cheers!!
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