Forgotten


 Letting go,

moving away,

suppressing memories,

hoping to never return,

yet aching to find

the way back.

 

Locking up

the forgotten door,

throwing away the keys,

yet

searching for them,

the rest of life.

Comments

  1. SGAugust 27, 2022 at 7:39 AM

    ...for time and tide waits for no man.....

    Lovely prose befitting a wonderful capture.....

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  2. AnonymousAugust 27, 2022 at 7:39 AM

    Lovely

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  3. AmitavaAugust 27, 2022 at 7:40 AM

    Running short of compliments

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  4. AnonymousAugust 27, 2022 at 7:41 AM

    This is so poignant!

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  5. AnonymousAugust 27, 2022 at 9:10 AM

    Poignant poetry set in a beautiful frame...Saumabha

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  6. Bijit BoseAugust 27, 2022 at 9:26 AM

    Sundor lekha, sundor chobi!

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  7. Arindam ChatterjeeAugust 27, 2022 at 11:44 AM

    Oh that last stanza ... And the photo ...

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  8. AnonymousAugust 27, 2022 at 12:24 PM

    Economical on words, touching, Suman

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  9. AnonymousAugust 27, 2022 at 12:54 PM

    Srobona-just lovely the prose and the photograph-too good 👌👌

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  10. SRCAugust 27, 2022 at 3:43 PM

    Beautiful..

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  11. SamikAugust 27, 2022 at 8:04 PM

    Superbly well written..

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  12. ttanujaAugust 27, 2022 at 8:50 PM

    Lekha r chobi dutoi asadharon ,mon chuye gelo

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  13. JdasphotographyAugust 27, 2022 at 10:19 PM

    Every photograph can be interpreted in multiple ways...and i love the way you interpreted this one. Too good

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  14. AnonymousAugust 28, 2022 at 10:13 AM

    DRD . Khub sundor. Simple picture and short poem , yet with a very powerful theme and message. Bhalo laaglo.

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  15. dipanwita azizAugust 28, 2022 at 10:58 AM

    What a lovely pic 👌👌

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  16. Pinaki BhattacharyaSeptember 2, 2022 at 2:12 AM

    "আমাদের গেছে যে দিন, কিছুই কি নেই বাকি?"
    হারিয়ে যাওয়া ক্ষণ-মন-ধন খুঁজতে বাঁচতে থাকি!

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  17. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2022 at 11:39 AM

    That's life... searching forever...and then...till oblivion..
    Sharmistha

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  18. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2022 at 1:59 PM

    Chhobi aar kobita dutoi bhishon shundor. Aamader shobar moner kathata khub alpo shobde Andy tule dhoreche. Sayam.

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