the calls will cease,
distances increase,
memories will fade,
t'will seem a facade,
voices will be heard,
oh...the times will seem blurred.
until..
in a distant adventure,
with us aging mature,
our tracks may clash,
old moments to flash,
The wait of hope laden,
our passage unto then...
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This was a poem i had written around 3 years back (2007)[Moving it here from my previous blog]. I changed it a little to suit my mood now. I tried something different not sticking to the conventional norms of poetry. The only lines i think that need clarification are the last two lines. Here i try to establish that we sometimes wait (when we think of old times) with our hearts filled with hope that someday we might meet that friend with whom we shared some great moments... and that passage (of wait) continues till we may meet them someday.
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