Wept

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31/08/2017 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Tears marked the trail
Upon which we walked.

Your every slip,
Your every skip;
Learnt by rote
And washed in salt.

They slipped around
Bends,
And scampered under
Boughs;
They tripped over 
Brambles
And swept away your
Treads.

And, yet, keeping
Them afresh
In the very swirl
And swoon of the
Waves.

For waves and torrents
Are now a measure
Of loss and repentance.

A smaller measure can
Never hold your 
Memory;
Can never do you
Justice.

Siddiqui F.
(31.08.2017)

 

2 thoughts on “Wept

  1. BUSHRA VAQAR AHMED ANSARI says:

    Awesome bro
    But why so much pain

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