The lady.


Memories of yore haunt me now,
My regrets, my laments taunt me now.
But among them a sweet piece of thought
of the love that I had sought,
creeps in solitude, and questions me;
My dumbness for my moral decree.
My love now strolls in dreams and thought.
My love, once which i had sought.


Satyakam said…
WOW! warm lines.. touched every chord within.. :)