He braved his fear
and smiled through his tears
he fought back her thoughts
and disdain his love
Yet she kept resurfacing
from time to time
in whatever he did
and wherever he went
For her grief was not trivial
and his sorrow was excruciatingly deep
As she flowed in his veins
and lived in his breath
in those moments of despair
and between some chapters of his dreams
she remained at large
in every step, and every scene
He knew he wouldn’t succeed
to escape her sight,
so he made a deal
with his fleeting plight
The panacea he found
was a tad hard to believe
for he traded his sorrows
with her golden memories
and kept her impressions
fresh, next to his sight
and ignited his love
with her reminiscence by his side
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Turning sorrow into beautiful memories is a good way to deal with the sadness to live in what was happiness.
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You got the essence of the poem so right. Thank you for reading and commenting
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I am enjoying your writing.
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Thank you so much. 😇
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The compromises we make with our yearning heart dangling between the harsh truth of dreams and reality.
Loved this one.
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You got the essence so perfect thank you for reading
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dost hi dost ko samajhta hai..haha..oops..now I’m being silly.
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Haha
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Reblogged this on Ckonfab.
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Great poem! Love pieces on memories and love!! Sounds like you had Rogue Memories?? Beautifully done!
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Thanks for your lovely words. Memories always have a mixed bag 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my dear friend
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