What is it that you cherish in my name? It’s doomed to die as wistful noise Of wave that splashed against a bank, As creepy sound in nightly grove.
On memorandum it will leave a trace, A lifeless mark like pattern strange Of epitaph on tombstone grave Carved in a tongue unknown and quaint.
What is in it? Long time forgotten since In worries of the new tumultuous times Your soul will never own, partake in bliss Of tender recollections pure and nice.
But on the day of sadness, when in peace You utter it in token of your grief, You whisper: there is memory of me, There’s heart in world in which I'm living still...
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
It's about true love: true love leaves indelible mark on our heart, it lives as long as we live.