The bitter aftertaste of your kiss, that lingers on my lips
Days after you left my side
Stepping on scattered vows
I cry not, nor repent nor forgive
Lament not nor let hold you back
Pray not nor let my eyes shimmer
For I don’t live to be mauled and
marauded
I stepped not the piles to look behind
We live just once but death my dear
Is just for once and once will I die.
(Life is quite often unforgiving but still we move on, only to realize in time that what it had in store for us was for our own good.
This poem is an inspiration from a person very close to me,whose sufferings and strength both made me realize that nothing is certain in life and nothing promises returns- but life is worth much more than just one thing or person. Its what we craft with our own hands thereon. )
This poem is an inspiration from a person very close to me,whose sufferings and strength both made me realize that nothing is certain in life and nothing promises returns- but life is worth much more than just one thing or person. Its what we craft with our own hands thereon. )
