Those golden evenings
Of days bygone
Of laughter, jokes and
Meaningless stories
Shooting the air as
Time flew
And nights took
Us gently in her bosom
Memories we carry
Deep in our hearts
Words that now
Floats through ether
Impersonal alphabets
On the screen
Leave a painful void
Searching hands
Empty of feeling
Missing personal touch
I like that impersonal alphabets on the screen. Well done my friend.
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I was having my morning coffee today in bed Whatsapping with two classmates from decades ago. That’s where the “Impersonal alphabets” came from. I jotted it down lest I forget once the day starts. Not even sure what I wrote makes any sense or not.
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it does
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“Impersonal alphabets” – lovely. Great poem.
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Thank you for the beautiful comment.
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