We are separated from each other,
Might me another corner of the world,
Could see each other or might be not,
Might me some days you would be involved in your life,
I would indulge in my world too.
Pulse would be numbed,
Aching would be soothing,
Memories would be faded,
The existence of togetherness would be imaginary.
Time vanish all bruise of memories.
In tsunami of changes, havoc of alteration,
Something would be consistent,
“I had, best soul on this earth,
And never would get same again.”
© Abhishek Yadav 2017
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