Moonmoon Chowdhury
The writing has faded
The pages have yellowed
The rose is inodorous
And thorns seem innocuous
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Years have crawled languidly
A protracted war on her peace
Moulding her heart gradually
From squishy muss to skilful ease
*****
And yet her lips quiver instinctively
Her eyes light up in cognisance
An indelible proof of love’s transience
His autograph buried in the paper tomb
photo credit : Laura Furhman @ unsplash
Lovely
Thank you, dear. 💚💚💚
Such a beautiful poem!💚
Thank you, dear Pooja 💚💚💚
Nicely written
Thank you, ma’am 💚💚💚
Very poignant
Thank you, Gowri 💚💚💚
Beautifully expressed 💚💚
The end line stole away my heart 💚
Thank you for the encouragement, dear Sonali. Means a lot: 💚💚💚
“His autograph buried in the paper tomb”….beautiful
Thank you, dear Amrita.💚💚💚
Heart tugging!
Thank you, dear Sheetal. 💚💚💚
Beautiful.
Thank you, dear ma’am. 💚💚💚
Sooo Beautiful.
Thank you so much for the warm appreciation, dear ma’am 💚💚💚
Wow!!!
Thank you so much, ma’am 💚💚💚