Some things which are done,

Can't be, with great difficulties, undone.

Like the promises you broke;

The words your mouth spoke,

The petals you left to dry,

The eyes you didn't see cry,

The memories you didn't leave refined;

The touch you left utterly behind;

The murmers lost along the line,

The lost contentment, the lost shine,

The longing heart and sore sight;

Did not leave anything to make right.

Figuring the world without you,

Seems more difficult than I thought to be

But fear not, I wouldn't give up,

Just as I didn't, with you.

The door will always be open wide ,

And there I'll stand like a tide.

However, the threshold will be too steep,

For you to cross, standing like a steel.

Darling, there wouldn't be a minute,

When I wouldn't miss you beyond limit.

Yet, the pain will be there too,

Reminding me, how distant;

And unreachable you are for me.

— Urja Ghosh
( BookLoverVenue)