The Young Moments
Decked like a new bride,
The evening was flaunting,
Foot-prints of a golden courtship,
Left by the departing sun!
“Doesn’t this bring alive,
The moments of gold
Of our first evening…?”
Mused my love,
Gazing at the sky,
“When your tears
Painted an epic poem
For endless hours,
On the sky of my
Dreaming face?”
“How can those moments ever depart”
My heart echoed
With a wistful tear,
“When every passing year
They are born and reborn
On mid-monsoon evenings,
As the clouds paint the words
Of the same epic poem
On the lush-green face
Of the ever-dreaming earth,
Can those young moments,
Ever really grow old?
Let alone fade into oblivion?”
….Vishwas
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The young moments you rush past are the ones shaping you in silence and this poem holds the ones you forgot to keep.
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