Separation Or Death

Separation Or Death short poem

Uploaded by Kate Ashish


These lines are written by dipping
My pen of sorrow in an invaluable ink pot
This hot, red ink-you may know -is the
Blood of my HEART !
You can decide the caption of this poem
By reading it fully-if you can. Because,
It will never come to an end.
The theme of this poem is about the
Sparkling days we spent together
I can’t forget that first sight…
It reminded of our deep bond –
which would have been created even before the
Creation of the Universe!!!
The flower which you gave me first
Bore the fragrance of eternity
The first word you uttered to me
Did the inauguration of some sweet feelings!
Your sweet smile acted as the-
Fuel of my HEART.
I haven’t touched you so far: but you-
Did touch my heart and soul !
At first, we were two parallel lines, but
One magnet made us a straight line
**********
Why did we meet?
Was it deliberate?
What was it for?
I Don’t know, I Don’t know, I Don’t know.
**********
The parting words you uttered painfully
Did shatter my heart and all…
The flower which you gave me last
Did really smell eternal grief
At last…
We have become two lines again,
which are going towards two extremes
I can’t forget that last sight, because,
That moment reminds me of DEATH
Death is a separation, but here
Separation means DEATH for me …..
…………, My Beloved. “

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Specially for you my beloved.i love you so much.You are my whole world.
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