The warmth always made up for the space
our memories nursed the aching heart
and brought solace to nurture hopes and dreams
when each moment tore me apart.
Every moment when you were sure there was someone
for you to talk to, take out your stresses
I'd feel happy for being there for you.
Why's it that I am so lonely even for myself?
I've saved them all up here, that you like
how every nicety has waited for the nice person
and still I live each day in the warmth
of ones that have been closest, my tears!
The cool breeze, infectious smiles, assuring kisses
how I built hopes about them, how eagerly I hoped
they would be ours' again;
the breeze hurts, alone, as it comes by.
© Sashikant Mohanty
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