I wonder love, I wonder:*

Every story comes to an end,

Be it with a twist or broken bend,

Every memory remains so clear,

Be it a holiday beach or the gear.


            How we wished it was easy,

           Wouldn’t have lived years so lazy,

           How we never thought times would change,

          So would the connection, charm and frame.

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 And here we are miles apart,

With different interests on the chart,

And here we are trying to live our own,

Without smiles, stories and talks across phone.


It’s amusing how we realize we don’t accept, don’t know,

The person that we recognize for long feels like snow,

Its crazy how something so pure, so strong,

Get washed away by some words, on a poem or a song.

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