Many women he's held. While they stood close, Each asked the same Will her, he remember ? He thought over but Always held his tongue For the one he'll never forget Is the one who never asked
The question here is being asked by the women with whom he romances fleetingly, finding no peace and stability, therefore keeping moving from one woman to another. It's his anguish that he cannot tell them that he feels no love for them, but for the one who could never be his.
The superfluous manner in which he attaches himself with many women is bound to cause doubt in their minds. So they ask the question.
Wow...I was grinning while reading the poem. I don't know why! Very nicely written. I came across this on IndiBlogger and frowned. How did I miss it on Blogger? I went to its dashboard and there it was, your post on top of the fresh updates! Glad I read this. Cheers to your poetry and thought-provoking themes! Happy blogging:-)
The question here is being asked by the women with whom he romances fleetingly, finding no peace and stability, therefore keeping moving from one woman to another. It's his anguish that he cannot tell them that he feels no love for them, but for the one who could never be his.
The superfluous manner in which he attaches himself with many women is bound to cause doubt in their minds. So they ask the question.
short and sweet and true in its simplicity..this thought and the poem
ReplyDeleteThanks Noopuram
DeleteLovely. The very asking implies doubt and there should be no doubt in a genuine commitment.
ReplyDeleteThank You !!
DeleteThe question here is being asked by the women with whom he romances fleetingly, finding no peace and stability, therefore keeping moving from one woman to another. It's his anguish that he cannot tell them that he feels no love for them, but for the one who could never be his.
The superfluous manner in which he attaches himself with many women is bound to cause doubt in their minds. So they ask the question.
Lovely so Lovely..I loved is so much that I read it 4 times.. :-)
ReplyDeleteYour comment is no less lovely for me. Thank You for reading my work...four times.
DeleteHmm .. beautiful .. those lines had a sense of empathy ...
ReplyDeleteWow...I was grinning while reading the poem. I don't know why! Very nicely written. I came across this on IndiBlogger and frowned. How did I miss it on Blogger? I went to its dashboard and there it was, your post on top of the fresh updates! Glad I read this. Cheers to your poetry and thought-provoking themes! Happy blogging:-)
ReplyDeleteThank You for kind words Snehal.
Deleteafter a long time..but indeed lovely!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading dear
DeleteTHIS is beautiful. There is a dash of love, loss, and hope disguised in the narration.
ReplyDeleteTrust me, there's no hope.
DeleteThanks for reading
Oh the power of words...
ReplyDeleteGlad you felt that after reading 'uncared'
DeleteThanks
Lovely!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Aditi
DeleteTouching! Welcome back :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sudha, for still being there
DeleteWOW!! This was the immediate remark I uttered after reading this poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Iti. Welcome to 'reflections'
Deletewhere there is love there is no space for doubt and if you doubt it is no love at all..Beautiful!!!Anupam..
ReplyDeleteThank You Ranita, how've you been!!
DeleteThe question here is being asked by the women with whom he romances fleetingly, finding no peace and stability, therefore keeping moving from one woman to another. It's his anguish that he cannot tell them that he feels no love for them, but for the one who could never be his.
The superfluous manner in which he attaches himself with many women is bound to cause doubt in their minds. So they ask the question.
Thanks Rajneesh
ReplyDeletelove the last two lines esp!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely awesome!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ira
DeleteI am going to use it, awesome :)
ReplyDeleteThat was wonderful, Anupam.
ReplyDeleteThanks Suresh ji
Deleteonly 3 words man... OH MY GOD!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, dear
DeleteWOW :) Just Beautiful ..
ReplyDeleteThanks Jyotsna
DeleteIts so beautiful.. :)
ReplyDeleteKeep writing :) :)
Thanks Arpitha. And welcome to "reflections"
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