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Forlorn
In the silent whispers of the evening breeze,
I stand, a solitary tree amidst the seas.
Will he drift away like a distant song,
Or return, where my heart has waited long?
Hope, like a candle, flickers in the dark, Time’s clock ticks with an uncertain chime. Though the future’s script remains unwritten, I wait, with eager faith, steadfast and smitten, Uncertain, if the faith is but a ghostly dream.
© Shree Mukherjee
I stand, a solitary tree amidst the seas.
Will he drift away like a distant song,
Or return, where my heart has waited long?
Hope, like a candle, flickers in the dark, Time’s clock ticks with an uncertain chime. Though the future’s script remains unwritten, I wait, with eager faith, steadfast and smitten, Uncertain, if the faith is but a ghostly dream.
© Shree Mukherjee
