Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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Through the spun filigree of dusk
As I bade farewell to another day
I ached for you.
Did the sifting sands of time stop?
Did my maimed heart skip a beat?
Swathed in reams of gloomy regret
I felt my heart throb painfully as
It ached for you.
Did our days together, our time together,
All that time ago, mean nothing to you?
You left me bereft, adrift in abject hurt.
Now, the beats of my heart echo in the
Empty chamber of my soul.
Time has not healed my tortured wounds.
Ah no, it has begged more time to comply.
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