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Relics of our love…

poem by alok mishra love poetry

 

Relics of our love

Somewhere, some random night
in my random dream,
I sit under the tree
that stands beside a shallow pond
of pure water – fish, flowers and ripples.
I scratch my skinny soul.
I try to find someone
in the solitude of my dream;
I could find if we were two –
we are but one, what could I do?
Weary, heavy, suppressed with
the burden of your departure to my inner being,
I smile at my subversion –
rejoice the relics of our love in stones, leaves and walls.

 

by alok mishra

Alok Mishra

First and foremost a poet, Alok Mishra is an author next. Apart from these credentials, he is founder & Editor-in-Chief of Ashvamegh, an international literary magazine and also the founder of BookBoys PR, a company which helps writers brand themselves and promote their books. On this blog, Alok mostly writes about literary topics which are helpful for literature students and their teachers. He also shares his poems; personal thoughts and book reviews.

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