Rashmita Kashyap in Poetry | Reads: 62 | Likes: 0
The love that I endeavoured
Is long gone;
Heart cries with old symphonies;
Echoes of the desires,
Burnt down into ashes;
Should I stop?
Or should I not?
Will October wind stop by
Thy ashes to lit it again;
Thy heart just thy passenger;
Soul we envy sank into the ocean of melancholies;
Ashes slipped Read More...
Published on Feb 20,2021 09:40 AM
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