After the last poem, Mohit had the enlightenment of remembrance of a poem about a guy who is desperate for sex but the poem does not uses the words and all. The feeling should come out but not the translation. Some thing like that. So, this poem I wrote after this.
Alright, Its fine
Things happen that can’t be changed
Don’t look back, its no use
Ya, I know, I know you are right
But…
No buts can bring the moment back
No ifs can change the future anymore
You have experienced it all
Now, let it go.
Who are you to tell me that!
How can you say that?
Every breath, every goose bump
Every drop of sweat
How can I forget this?
Why will I not want it back?
Time will come, I assure you
Just have patience
No, not this tile
I have waited much
I have waited long
Listened to my brain
I have had enough
I want the moments back
I want the impulse back.
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