You Live In My Heart

You Live In My Heart short poem

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Your bewitching face I etched on wet sand
And embellished it with a design grand,
My work I looked on with pride,
Which Alas! was undone by a tide;

I carved your sweet name on a tree
And thought it’d for ever be,
But a woodcutter heartless came
Who chopped the tree and your name;

I chiseled your form on a stone
Which with time had smooth grown,
In a quake it rolled down
And in the river below did drown;

Now your form dwells in my heart
From where it can never be torn apart,
Alas! you can’t see it with your eye,
But for ever in my heart it’ll lie.

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I am a retired Central Government official. I worked in the Ministry of Railways, India, in locations Calcutta and Lucknow. My educational qualification is limited to Matriculation (i.e. 11th Standard). Studied in St. Michael's High School, Coimbatore. Self-study after leaving school. Interested in poetry, classics, works of famous authors of past and interesting works of present day writers. Spend a good lot of time reading and try to write poems. My date of birth is 28.10.1939.
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