Sep 2016
To me, her love always was bitter-sweet,
More repulsively bitter than 'twas sweet,
Perhaps because I took her as my mate,
But she was like chalk on my life's slate,
Time rubbed her off & nothing remains,
To her I will truly wish the best of luck,
For she is attracted by the golden light.
More repulsively bitter than 'twas sweet,
Perhaps because I took her as my mate,
But she was like chalk on my life's slate,
Time rubbed her off & nothing remains,
To her I will truly wish the best of luck,
For she is attracted by the golden light.
May she not get disappointed.
I have finally accepted her departure.
Yes, it's like that only and I only wish the best for her all the time.
HP Poem #1161
©Atul Kaushal
I have finally accepted her departure.
Yes, it's like that only and I only wish the best for her all the time.
HP Poem #1161
©Atul Kaushal
