Melancholic

Glum provinces of the heart bereft of sunshine and laughter

Time decays and dissolves even before age has the chance to speak

Of so many observations and passersby who just didn’t care to look

Sighs become an echoing companion and eyes numb with melancholy

Feeble heartbeats speak of memories in a sombre voice

Listening to them slows down the flow of life even further 

Winter arouses the lost moments of Spring and realisations of errors

~Amitav 

 

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