Sunday, May 3, 2009

SIGNATURE

SIGNATURE


where have you gone my dear dear one?


Amidst these torn old pages,


I searched for your signature.



Oh! This red red rose !


Was this not the one that tied mysteriously,


Those two strangers; you and Myself?



Ah! Look at this strange day,


when we stand estranged.


Still this red red rose has its faint fragrance.



So shall it remain, hiding itself,


Amidst these old torn pages.


And I'm sure your old books too shall bear a signature of mine.






2 comments:

  1. And for sure those pages bear some of your finger prints and have flags that you used to put. Not just the signature these too will join you two once again!

    A good one and expressed so lovely!

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  2. Very pleasant expression.Keep writing.

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