Poetry

A Damage Beyond Repair!

In this globe round,
Very few meet another few,
And out of them,
Only ‘a few’ find a connection:
Linking their hearts;
Adding life to their lifeless years,
With sweetness of some sort,
That makes their mere existence: A Living

Why do we not, preserve those few?
Who once lost, can never be regained;
Who once leave, shall never return;
And even if return,
Shall have not the same eyes,
Same heart and the same heart-beat.
The intensity shall turn into artificiality,
And the effortless exchanges shall become laboured ones.

So my dear!
Learn from the pages of past,
And let not happen,
What has always happened.
Let that sweetness remain intact,
And let not the music of the moment die down.
Do all that you can,
But let them leave not!
For if so happens,
That would be a damage beyond repair!