Sunday, 9 July 2017

Poetry: O beloved







Tell me,
O beloved
How to forget you?
Tell me,
O beloved
How to wipe those tears?
That never stops,
When your memories-
Knock at my door.
Tell me,
O beloved
How to smile?
Tell me,
Just tell me,
O beloved
How to be alive again?

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