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Loop Of Life
by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Past has its shadow in future;
 
I knew the soil was brittle
And the flood would 
Wash away home;
 
Anxieties were hidden,
And behind the clouds of long sighs
The sun was forbidden. 
 
Without you 
I too learned to walk
On a new path with new canons.  
 
Time doesn’t stop
And will never. 
 
So the warmth when slightest 
Can get the dewdrops in wintry nights
To hold the moon on its chest;
 
But broken feelings will gather 
In wardrobe,
So will the strangled thirsts. 
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August 30, 2020
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you so much, Sir for sharing such a beautiful poem in response, which has such a great insight to love. I am deeply touched.
Warm regards,
Kingshuk

Kingshuk
08/31/2020 05:43 AM

Comment A Rare Chance of Love Blooming into Flower in Life! - Poem by Ramesh T A

Frankness of heart is most essential to kindle love sure;

But materialization of love lies in contact and talk of it;

That if not possible, via friend has to be effected somehow;

Otherwise, love life depends upon the play of fate in world!

Unfortunately, if one under the spell of love is destined to

Be in distant place sans any contact with prospective lover,

By the busy working life, pursuance of love itself is lost

In profound oblivion lifelong left to the mercy of fate!

Even after many, many years, there may be some chance and

Revival of hope as in a dream one may see in a glimpse the

First love in life once again with rare opportunity to talk

Of their previous earlier life like irrigating parched land!

Flowering of love or fading as dry paper in the desert is

Like the competition between fate and fortune in one's life!

T A Ramesh
08/31/2020 04:09 AM




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