A Touch Long-gone

A Touch Long-gone

A Poem by Siddharth
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A bloke was single-mindedly in love with a dame but the latter executed her unwanted deed to part ways with that somebody for whom she was the world. She showered one of the sins upon him leaving him.

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You vanished in the woods without a trace
Before I could yearn for that close embrace
You left me abandoned on a forsaken island
Never thought you would bestow me with a highland

I was head over heels in love with you
The day you departed, you left me in a blue
Now, the sphere is shattered and the soul is all whacked
The invincible spirit had me sacked

Glad you were when you left me in the lurch
I had no option residing my prayers at the church
Did you recall walking out on me
You took a deep sigh when you had a flee

I now grasped falling in love was hard on the knees
Never was I able to locate the keys
Keys that shone like a metal and unfastened the door
Wouldn’t savour the flavour of sanctimonious love anymore

© 2012 Siddharth


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Keep at her! It'll come to you I'm sure, but either you or I wasn't quite ready on this one, your rhymes seemed forced to me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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John F Carver

11 Years Ago

This second calls and I hear ingots crumbling to dust which in heat they were borne more pure? Just.. read more
Siddharth

11 Years Ago

Oh! Not at all. We seem to be the cards of the same pack goofing around. Yeah!

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Added on September 14, 2012
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Siddharth
Siddharth

New Delhi, Delhi, India



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Hey folks, I am Siddharth Sehrawat from the God's own country of India. I hold a firm passion for writing and am an ardent blogger, poet and a writer. I am sincerely awaiting the influx of that specta.. more..

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