Just this Once...

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I remember, those
Beautiful summer days,
When I first saw you
Walking down my lane.

That pretty yellow
Summer’s dress and the
Dainty umbrella…
A few loose strands of
Hair, adorning your
Face.

You saw me and me; you.
We smiled.
I hoped to go for a walk,
Just for that one time with
You. We did.

I remember, those
Walks through the
Green pastures, by the sea
Your hand in mine and
A few loose strands of
Hair, adorning your
face.

Then came the winter,
But you did not come.
Many many summers
Have gone past by now…
I have waited and still
Wait for you.

I remember, that
Pretty yellow summer’s
Dress and your hand in mine…

Wish, yes how I wish
That just this once,
You come by again
Walking down my lane
In that yellow dress and
A few strands of loose
Hair, adorning your face….

Comments

  1. Anonymous30 April 2008 at 14:16

    that's a lovely poem..reminds me of my teen years...particularly about this secret lil crush which was shared mutually but silently between this guy and I..

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  2. OutofFocus30 April 2008 at 23:26

    beautiful!

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  3. the walker1 May 2008 at 22:12

    lovely poem...

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  4. Nikita Banerjee Bhagat5 October 2012 at 14:17

    @ Lavender

    Thank you for your kind words. Apologies for the delayed response but I really appreciate it!

    @ Out of Focus

    Thanks!

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  5. Nikita Banerjee Bhagat5 October 2012 at 14:17

    @ The Walker

    :) Thank you!

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