Time it is when to separate
Why mess up dying moments of closeness,
This much was destined our togetherness,
Let’s heal our hearts before we separate,
And accept what was to be as our fate.
You and me met at one stage of our life,
Like sugar in milk merged our joy and strife,
Why not these sweet memories regurgitate,
And accept what was to be as our fate.
If two oil lamps in Ganges were to meet,
They would cherish those moments ere retreat,
Let’s flow with destined fate and never fret,
And accept what was to be as our fate.
Why mess up dying moments of closeness,
Let’s accept what was to be as our fate.
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Kyrielle sonnet |09.03.2024| separation
Poet’s note: Based on a Gujarati poem (no Kyrielle) by Kishore Barot
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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