By Vanya Kaul
I had a silver-coloured locket
with your photo in it
I swore to wear it forever
not realizing it was all temporary
Now the photo in your locket
has changed, but mine
still persists regardless of
the torn edges
I can’t get myself to throw it away
despite the rust,
maybe it’s because of
the heart shape, or because
it’s the only you, I have left with me.
By Vanya Kaul
Amazing 😍
Reminded me of a line from an old song. One that summarises the difference between emotions and relations. Your poem highlights the same. The end of a relation does not mark the end of an emotion. Such profound insight! Well done!
The song is ,"mai har ek pal ka shayar hoon". The line, " Rishtoan ka roop badalta hai, buniyadein khatam nahi hoti. Khwaboan ki aur umangoan ki miyadein khatam nahi hoti."
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❤️❤️