Tale Of Life Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA
Tale Of Life
I
Still haunt me
Still bleed me
Those blurred days,
As if my memory
Paints a colourful picture
Of my inflicted heart.
II
Life flows very fast
From morn to night
From birth to death.
No time to remember
What you achieve in life
Only memory your indelible wife.
Monday, December 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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4/19/2024 3:24:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
well penned. A wise reflection on life.