It Was In His Arms That Poem by Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan

It Was In His Arms That



it was in his arms that
i learned how to dream
it was in his arms that
i felt night is so col
the hands once placed over my shoulders
and the lips once moistened mine
are not with me, yet
i melt like a candle in his memories
the words we exchanged,
the time we spent together
remain as treasures in my mind
he is somewher
perhaps may be in an alien world.
but whereever you are
my soul will be your shadow...

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