April 12, 2021


A Memory Called Love


A Memory Called Love

Like a storm you came
And ravaged my existence

Like a cyclone you came
And tossed me out of
My consciousness

Life a flood you came
And submerged
My ignorance.

But I always wanted you
To be the breeze
After the rain ...

... to be the wave that washes
The shore of all its memories.

But I always wanted you
To be ...

Will you ever be ...
The rain ...
The breeze ...
The memory ... ?

Will you ever be ... ?

Article © Pranab Ghosh. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-11-23
Image(s) are public domain.

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