Memories #Poetry

The cold wind will blow
but the memories never go,

away to the land where
none can be felt or heard …

sitting here, I can hear the voices,
calling my name in the wind – that blows.

Neither feeling nor hearing,
here I am;

waiting for someone to show
the grief — within.

©2018. VishalDutia. All Rights Reserved.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Tisha says:

    Hi. Very Nice lines. Enjoyed reading it. 🙂 BTW I nominated you for the lyrics challenge. Do check it out when u have time 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

    1. VishalDutia says:



  2. Very Excellent!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. VishalDutia says:



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