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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