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The Lost Spring - Love Poem

Updated on July 11, 2013

Looking out of the window,
On a bright sunny day,
With a cup of hot coffee,
I had too much to say.
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I wanted to say the words,
Which I should have said before,
I wanted you to listen to me,
But you were not with me anymore.
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I dived into my mind,
To bring back the fragments,
Of times which we together spent,
And I wanted to cease those moments.
.
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Walking in solitude one day,
I heard a voice and felt a touch,
I dashed across the daffodils,
Oh my angel! I missed you so much.
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And then I found the wooden swing,
Which I made during an awesome spring,
Then I saw you dressed in white,
And you were smiling to my delight.
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As I came closer to be with you,
You stood up and ran laughing merrily,
You vanished beyond the river bed,
I clutched the swing breathing heavily.
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I sat there and cried for long,
I could hear a distant winter song,
And then I left for my abode,
As you were treading a different road.

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      Prakhar 3 years ago

      Undoubtedly a masterpiece.

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      Siddharth 3 years ago from Jaipur

      @prakhar

      Thanks brother

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Such a bittersweet tale, leaving the reader wondering, ' Are they a couple who have recently parted? ' , with your emphasis on those serendipitous, moments of togetherness, or ' Will the haunting cease, and the lover return one day...will their paths cross again? ', or are they both content to just let it be, and move forward with their lives, now richer from being in receipt of those beautiful highlights?

      Very thought-provoking.Thank you.

      Yours Sincerely,

      R.Q.

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      Siddharth 3 years ago from Jaipur

      Thankyou Romeos Quill

      Atlast I found a very good critic. Your views on my poem are as good as the poems which you write.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi hubmuffins

      It was just a few observations, but I guess that only you would know what it was truly about, if it was of a personal, and special nature to yourself.

      Best Wishes,

      R.Q.

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      Siddharth 3 years ago from Jaipur

      That is true :)

      Thanks anyway

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      Nithya Venkat 3 years ago from Dubai

      A beautiful poem.

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      Abdulhkem 2 years ago

      ChairsI was conveniently weinarg a skirt, not my usualworkaday attire, but it was a party. You pivotedme into your office with an urgencylike when you lunged at me that first time in my kitchenand I pushed you back, asking, Are you married? Yes, you had said with a smile. Kids? I asked. Two. Good, I said then, letting my arms collapse so that you fellon top of me like the boys I used to challenge to wrestlein my tomboy years when they’d finally pin me.At first the chairs seemed in the way, but you stood meone foot on each before lifting me above the red upholstery—I'd never let anyone carry me since I was a child.I’ve always had this image of myself as too big—that it couldn't be done without casualties,despite that I was willing to slide-tackle almost anybody.And suddenly there I was with only you to hold onto.Thank god my laughter has always turned you on,and my tears, which with the teenage boys was almost alwaysa mood killer. It was quiet outside in the hall,and as I felt the sudden rush of warmth run down my legs,I looked down at the chairs that had seemed so emptyand far away a moment ago, my toes coming in for a landing,the red upholstery giving off a familiar damp, bleachy smellnow, so clearly full.

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