Treasure Island

Shamsul Husain

(23/04/1977 / Bareilly, UP, India-243122)

All Time Bye


You are near, you are far
It’s too hard to forget you
Your's fragrance is still here
It makes me alone without you


It seems so much stagnant
The broken heart of mine
When that turn you took up
It is right from that time


Wandering here and there
On the rough sands of shame
Waves carry voices to me
Yes, from your extreme ends


Just memories and memories
Nothing to have more than those
Why do I feel you still in me?
And why do you still too close?


Passing high and passing low
The breeze is passing by
Memorizes me the broken faith
As I got an all time bye

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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It's an all time bye... Shamsul Husain

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