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Monday, 25 August 2025

3209 What if they forget (English poetry)


Prem mandir,Mathura Vrindavan 
They turn into strangers, just see this way,

Like a branch forgets its leaf, once it drifts away.


I tried to call, but my voice went lost,

In the crowd it faded, like waves are tossed.


When they went out of sight, my heartbeat froze,

Yet with courage I learned, to let them go.


When I wished to forget, I finally could,

Like the first meeting felt, when they praised me good.


Now I know this world runs only on need,

No matter what you give, it’s desire they feed.


When I tried to be upset for the wrong they had done,

They turned away their face, and left me undone.


They changed their path, sorrows came near,

But I understood, nothing grows from tear.


Great heights are reached, not by burning in pain,

But by keeping high thoughts alive in the brain.

11.02pm 25 Aug 2025

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