“And one day came his call
Essence was lost and so was his charm !
gone were days when I lay in his arm.
The entire conversation went in vain
Just like petals that flow away in rain
And as we struggle to find that lost love
He still says, he will hold on
Because to him, I belong.”
“Poor handwriting, pale pages,
Deep emotions and scribbled patches
took me back
to the days that are gone.
How does this Little pale yellow piece
Have the strength to bring back the lost memories ?”
– Shambhavi Sharma