Don’t Let Me Leave…

Don’t Let Me Leave... long poem

Uploaded by Smriti Vardhini

Since when,
Haven’t you smiled,
I wish I had known.

Since when,
Have you been drinking away,
Swallowing your fears,
Treasuring your tears..

I wish I had known.

I stand in front of you,
And I cannot stop the endless pool.

I let it fall,
I let it be.

I find my self,
Already there,
Where you are today..

I don’t know,
When I will be you,
Where will I be?

Or will I even be…!
But would you see?

You have every one around,
And I see your loneliness,
I feel the void.

I find no one with me,
I live my loneliness,
I feel the void.

How different are you and me?
May be not at all,

Just two souls,
Stuck in a different age,
Living each other’s life,
In all similarity,
Yet roles apart.

What you have seen,
I can only hear,
Hear and picture.

What I see daily,
You may have lived it,

And you can imagine.

We are giving in,
We are giving up.

We are holding on to each other,
Embracing our existence.

I want to be there,
Set everything right,
See us smile and happy again..

Set me free,
And fly again.

Don’t let it be,
Don’t let it go.
I plead,

Don’t let me leave…!

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