Every petal she picks in life
She sees them bloom and wither in present
Making them memory, she doesn't strive
Savours each moment and adorns with crescents
Unknown of her amour with present
She lived the moment in its own galore
Building a legacy of memories so ardent
She now cherishes every petal she adored
She devours her heritage of memories and thoughts
Dusts them often, every moment, never bored
Wrapped in warmth and galore she chuckles
With tingling memories when explored.
'Just a lyrical attempt to pen my thoughts, the poem might change or grow in future :), Hate giving titles to them! '
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it's beautiful Kush. you're such a poet! remind me again what you were doing in electronics (or was it stats?) in college. :)
ReplyDeleteAccha bas you r being too nice..but thank you.
ReplyDeletebtw it was Stats :)
It sure is beautiful....Say you have a creative side to your usual destructive side ;)
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