Nothing Is Permanent

Nothing stays here as permanent
Beautiful to feel for those lovely moments
Whether you can look fool or otherwise
You are one of the most lovely and really

If those events turn as past like thing
No one should be blamed for something
You did not extend your arms in anticipation
There was then abrupt end of the relation

Those hands were raised to reassure
There were to be proved later on as treasure
You lacked zeal for pleasure
You went for artificial joy to measure

The dark clouds were about to downpour
It was silver metallic spray in form of shower
The thunder and lightening blurred your vision
You were hurried back in confusion

The divine love was turned back
There was sudden rupture or crack
You lost the chance for no fault
It served as painful somersault

Who knows why did it happen?
Was it ego or heart was driven?
Certainly it proved me stupid
As I had lost the main lead

As I sit in corner of house
It does only passion to rouse
Memories rush in with all the sequences
As if serving the final sad sentences

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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