The Unreturned

Mottakeenur Rehman

 

By the same path you left,
how do I summon you back?
Had infinity not held you,
I would have tethered you to the finite—
with threads of dawn and echoes of rust.

Now, sorrow has no shore.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Very poetic this poem has a solemn nature to it and the images created are absolutely marvelous. Short but powerful it is a fave

  • Poetic Licence

    That is sad, touching and beautiful,

  • Reynaldo Casison

    Nice one Motta

    Melancholy undertones yet transcendent

  • RSM0812

    "Now sorrow has no shore". Divine. Beautiful.



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