Forgotten

Forgotten short poem

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Days passed,
Months passed,
Years of waiting-

For someone might
Turn up a day.

Like a pomegranate
In the mountains high
I had been waiting,

Smiling with mouths open
And my pearls-
dropped one by one,
One after another,

Till the last one
Fell down-
Last afternoon,
This autumn.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra

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I am a gardener by hobby, a college lecturer by profession, a lover at heart and a reader with a thinking mind. I love kids, flowers, landscapes, smiles that linger in nature, Space, Universe and Cosmos, Reading Books, composing poems and writing articles on popularization of Science.
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