In the summer's heat, on our bullet bike we rode,
With you in the back, holding me, the road we strode.
Your laughter carried on the wind, so light,
As we chased the sun's fading light.
In Murthal's warmth, we found our place,
Where dosas awaited, a smile on your face.
Your joy, infectious, filled the air,
In that moment, nothing could compare.
Though memories fade, that day remains clear,
Etched in my heart, forever near.
For in your happiness, I found my own delight,
That summer's day, riding into the night.
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things that are left unsaid
Poetry"Things That Are Left Unsaid" delves into the profound silence that exists between words, exploring the weight of unspoken emotions and the depth of unexpressed thoughts. Through poignant imagery and evocative language, the poem navigates the spaces...
