I may forget what you said
I may also forget what you did
But, did never forget-
What you made me to feel.
I can't counter and face
Can't even make a complaint
That the roses have sharp thorns
Can't so rejoice thorns have roses
But, embrace both roses and thorns
During the bitter course of life-journey.
Connecting through the odd music
Paying a tribute to the beauty of age
A classical treat, unsuitable one-
In those tricky lanes of soft-hard love
Leaving nothing unsaid to ponder over.
Bursting with ideas and thoughts
On new-age of love and romance
Up close and purely personal-
Re-defining from across the globe.
Chasing nothing heroic but stardust
Left with no love but lust-stories.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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