The Buried Dream

The Buried Dream short poem

Aloof I was from all the chaos
when u stepped into my empty sphere.
Reawakened the lovely dreams
I had buried long back.
As a ray of light you came in
during the darkest times of my life.
Innumerable memorable moments
and a thousand promises made.
Not once I thought that
history would repeat itself anew.
And all alone I stand once more,
yet again, amid this one whole realm.

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asoke kumar mitra
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ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, lovely, heart wrenching write. promise broken.

Preeti
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Loneliness is the worst punishment, especially if it repeats itself….Haunting and painful…

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