VIVELA yester year thou art alive,
memories hidden from the stained eye,
Thou was the mornings breath she breathed,
Thou was the balm that lulled her sleep.

Ay! but tis no more alive,
For in time one must but die.
Love that should have been an eternal nest,
Now rots in a decayed mess.

Who art thou a mighty king?
To play one’s game with no fair win?
Oh! but thou never seeked;
Her love so flawless and meek.

Fate doth unfold it’s mending thread,
Ay! tis can never ever erase,
The memories, yesterdays delays
But temporally plaster the wounds that bled.

Shanika Paul
From the collection of Poetry on humanity
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(Cambridge) Trained Teacher(IMSD

Shanika marini Paul

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