There is a story that all of us remember fondly about the journey of our love. Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta "Mewadev" muses on that journey and it's remembrances that forever become a part of ourselves.
You slept on the inside of the bed and I lay awake with strange and dusky aspects;
It’s midnight and I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
Imprisoned by my thoughts and there was a mass of many images
But how things will probably be, you can write, some people are like stars
Or like journey of our true love
And never come back to this travesty of a society into life
Watch them because it's what ours could be, but never will become
Or lift you through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading,
My kind moves in the wind, the sky was under stress to your eyes
Without sacrificing I long for silence
Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well through your fame
I the poet thinking about you, my tears falls, down my cheeks!
© Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta “Mewadev”, Banda (U.P. - India)
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