The Last Time

The last time we kissed was an evening

It was gone in a moment.

When I look back today, it was a touch

of a glorious life.

When I gaze with the wistful eyes,

you come sometime, sit with me.

Talk to me for hours.

I know life changes,

but the last time we kissed

it was an evening, which never came again,



Author: sayantanjourno

A coffee addict. I love to read books. Writing is my passion. I write poems and articles on life. I am a journalist by profession. I write reports on political and social issues. Here you will find some of my writings on various socio-political-economic issues. I love traveling, photography and music. I am doing theater for more than 13 years now. So write to me on Share your perspectives of life and love. Follow me on twitter @SayantanDreamz.

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