02/05/21

Do you remember, When the world stood still. When the morning was still. When we both stood still. How quiet it was. How peaceful it was. How fragile it was. Listening. Yearning. Hoping. They said, It was the end of an era. It was the end of a story. It was the end of the world. But we stood still… And listened, To the birds sighing. And yearned, For our hands to knot. And hoped, For the distance to melt- They said, Death, death, Everywhere. We said, Love, love, Everywhere. And yet, the birds kept on tweeting. And yet, our hands kept on yearning. And yet, our distance kept on hoping. But we are still waiting. Waiting for this page to turn, Waiting for this fear to burn, Waiting for this love to yearn. Yearn, Yearn, Still yearning… To hold, To touch, To kiss. And still, they cry Death…