1.
“”The house remains
It’s tenant is dead
He died in love
With words unsaid.
His room remains
With a mourning bed
For he died in love
With words unsaid.”
2.
“I’ve just reached home
My day is at an end
Whose love can I borrow
What sorrow can I lend?
I pick up the telephone
And I call her again
Her love I could borrow
If it still remained.”
3.
“I am leaving
And leaving a part with you
In departures,
A little apart from you.
Some birds and cages
Remain bound and free
Some stay with you
Some leave with me.”
Firstly,I should mention the beauty of the sketches painted by Shreemoyee,it has enchanted the already beautiful work of yours.I may write this poem in my diary and read through the lines where love wanes and the memories create a beautiful abyss.
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