Autographs-Two Poem by chayamsu v r

Autographs-Two



dear friends,
i am starting my journey;
the words wavered half in throats
were full of hopes....
the memories fly away to a far off place.
now i see
they were the throbs of the ages
which has no home-coming.
the rains drained
in the burnt out days,
when i've lent you my heart,
on my journey which has no return
to our memory.

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