In this crowd of strangers, I stand.
I remember you, your words said,
“I'll find you in a huge crowd or
Even from the remotest place
On earth, oh love”.
Now, your here with her,
Your fingers intertwined with her's.
I stand there looking at you
And you pass by without even a glance.
It's strange how memories still remain fresh,
While time grows old too fast
Turning all the colours to grey.
- borntowinash
YOU ARE READING
Everlasting
Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
