HV (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Down Memory Lane

The love we had,
When Spring was young
And new,
Is painful from the very start,
No longer is it true.

My days go by,
In one big sigh,
As empty as can be,
Sometimes, I just sit down and cry,
My heart, an escapee,
For nothing of that love remains,
Today, a memory.

by Sandra Feldman

Comments (1)

Poem shows your pain for mother earth. Just a beautiful poem. I am sure whoever digs the barren mother,only to find her throbbing heart oozing love for one and all. Mahesh