Dr Shweta Mathur Lall
Withered leaves scamper the courtyard,
Howling wind cries your name.
Soulful eyes with memories scarred,
Gone with the wind are the days of fame.
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The stage is lost, acts forgotten,
Curtains drawn; mock my presence.
Gone with the wind, are days mirth-laden,
Lights have dulled, jeering silence.
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Wine goblets and cheddar cheese,
Gone with wind are these savouries.
Discontent bubbling, drowned in grief
Me and my formidable memories.
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Gone with the wind are my days of youth
I chase them and pant down in defeat.
Time the leveller has portrayed the truth,
Only if , it was him, I could cheat!
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Poignantly beautiful, Shweta 💚
Thanks a pile.. to be frank you have been a constant guide and source of encouragement.
Beautiful Shweta.. Memories of bygone days.. 💚💚
Loved your take too, thanks for stopping by💚
Loved the last line…the invincible winner ..who no one could defeat
Trying to follow you dear💚
If only we could make Time stand still. Lovely poem Shweta.
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Glad you could write for the prompt and looking forward to more from you.
Thanks for motivating me and always spreading positivity around.💚
Loved the poem, And the way you played with find with the wind.
I hv always loved the phrase and how it can be moulded. Thanks for appreciating 💚
Gone with the wind are childhood and youth
Gone with the wind are normalcy and mirth..
You made me nostalgic 🙁
Lovely poem!
Absolutely honoured with your appreciation 💚
Beautifully concluded!! Loved it!
Sai your appreciation means a lot to me 💚
Splendid
Thanks for reading and am glad you liked it .
Marvelous💚
beautifully portrayed
Loved it💚💚👌