The Melancholic Fall
The Melancholic Fall
Yesterday you were there,
high up, in all your youthful
eminence.
Staring down at me while I
aspired to be with you.
Why did you fall my love?
To be crushed beneath the
unruly steps…
Before the ruthless morning breeze.
blows you off.
Let me take you home…
In the lap of my dusty memoir,
you shall rest with your
remaining glory.
As a reminiscent of my
unfinished love story…
Uddipta Ranjan
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