The Broken Branch

It was from that very day,
the day I learnt to love....
The day I wished to see the Moon...
Through the Silver dove...
The Dawn in Which I learnt to sing...
A moment as a still tree...
The day I will never forget..
The hour when I was free....
For all the nights that I cried for her...
For all the days I smiled,
For all the days I wished to speak...
Behind those weary eyes....
The tears I shed for her alone...
The words I spent for her...
The time that will pass by now...
Shall remind me of that hour.....
The hour in which the storm was high...
The sky was crying loud..
The hour in which every nest
Was demolished to the ground....
The moment when the inferno...
Could not hear her shrieks...
The moment when the silent tree...
Would wilt down and weep...
Its that hour that I always,
The path I Wish to leave...
The destination though remains unknown
Shall always be what I weave...
For the cruel world shall never give a damn to what you do...
ITs like that tree which just nods itself..
Even in much ado....
The pangs of a broken heart Shall be heard by none...
Like like you did not shudder at the "crunch"
Of the Broken Branch....

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Beche Thakar Gaan

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