epitaph -- distances
By neha bhat
Born with lot of dreams Broken one by one were all. It didn’t take lot To tell That life was like this. Always. Distances were there too before— But never touched like this. From an infrequent rain They became a smiling sunshine. To core. Something knocked its hands on my door And I realised that I needed To flow ahead. I did. And someone realised too late though— Distances had increased too much. But now, like before Distances couldn’t be reconciled. And life? Life left them nothing— Except nights of dreams. Of distances before. Now, Even they don’t exist… Written March 1st, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 04:53 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Born with lot of dreams ..."