Memory
Again came the day of black lettered-
On which, the cruel fortune took the rays of my heart.
A couple of years back, on this very day,
My sweet child passed away.
Who, for her sweet four short years,
Had brought in my life a sway of gay.
Emptied my lap, munched my love,
Smiling and without uttering a single word,
Went off my crazy dove.
None has come yet, none will come,
To fulfil the empty place of my nun.
Silence prevails everywhere in my pensive mind,
Where all my griefs and pangs hide.
My fruit of love, let me know your whereabouts,
Siding all bindings, I shall meet you without any doubts.
This poem was written/submitted by paromita.m07.
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