Lost in transition

It wasn’t a promenade
Of the collage of memories,
Which is about to fade
In the alley of reality.

Can’t you feel its osculation?
Long before in the depth of woods;
Amidst the ooze of your fascination;
Pliable as the skin of yours.

Betwixt the narrow lane between us,
Which was thinner in long past;
Our time has gone away in a rush,
Alas! Our blood was soaked in the dust.

Our souls have been swept in the tide,
Contemplation is the thing I can find.
Hope future won’t let us die,
Till the dawn comes across the Rhine.

– Ankit Manna

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