On the past

"To love,To suffer,To think is to seek poetry."



Why do two suffer, when one would suffice,

Loving in moments, a lifetime's surmise.

Watery eyes have a debt to collect,

Time will turn and love resurrect.



Too much that was pristine is ravaged,

Too little, that was precious saved,

So much is lost , so little gained,

For others folly our hearts have pained.



Hopes and dreams have had a lot to say,

Hearts bleed, staring at each passing day,

Our lives our emotions kept at a bay,

Now let them lead their lives as they may.



Of us, a lot of questions were asked,

Quiet, patient, a lot we did pass,

For others, accursed lives have we led,

Fighting the dreams, crying to the bed.