Saturday, August 13, 2016

Confession 6 (A lot about love)

A lot is left to scribble
About you and me,
A lot of words have left
With sorrows may be,
A lot of love were wasted
On the sandy shores of
Your eyelids.
A lot is left to pen down
About how much love
Were yet to be wasted;
Love, that turned into
Sad lines and popped up
On gloomy noons
In the summer sky.

©Chandrajit Mitra