You may forget me, dearest,
And I may forget you too.
Our children, friends
Have all slinked away
And we're the only ones
Left.
But don't you worry, dearest.
Together
We're going to stay.
And together
Grow old, dearest.
Through torrid rain,
Glaring sunshine,
And the chilling winter.
Till death pulls us apart...
There is emotional and strong promise of living together. The separation is temporary. There will be union as love attracts to live in mutual understanding and cooperation. Promise made will be fulfilled. With glaring sunshine, dearest will of course grow older in the chilling of winter or hotness of summer and still death, togetherness will be witnessed. An excellent poem is nicely penned...10
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Like a magician you can create beauties out of nothing. While I appreciate your photographic skills gone into this photo of a pair of pigeons, the reader is no less blessed to be treated with this fabulous poem which can be applied to human beings as much as to the birds. Thank you, Jasbir ji. This magic is the secret of your popularity.