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A Poem by sweta'karman'

The heady days of youth echoes in my ancient ears.

The heady days of youth echoes,
                                       in my ancient ears.                                            The moments we hugged,the blunders we did,
still flaunt ,linger and leer.

I look back and see the breaths I took
And smiles I shared in clime of charm.
No one stayed along with me
and time turned us into a warrior unarmed.

From a kid to a child into a man
I walked through the stairs of age.
jealous of losing the last I lived
on the yellow fragile pale past page

Soon my life will come to an end
As everybody lives and quietly go.
How much i wonder at the riddle unsolved
Which has a missing piece always to know.

We cry,we weep and wipe our tears.
With time we learn to forget the years.
Rind of my soul getting thicker and dried.
Vintage of my life,will it be cached inside?

© 2012 sweta'karman'

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Added on February 3, 2012
Last Updated on February 3, 2012



kanpur, India

I am a writer,who writes and writes and go on writing till the end for two specific reasons:first to placate my inner being who is also a writer and second to go back in times whose moments are frozen.. more..