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The Bitter Taste of Lost Love and Loneliness

Desertions in corporal agility follow
A due process of progression towards
The inevitable state of dying out of life
But erosions and evasions in emotional
Infrastructure arise out of failures in
Lack of wakeful anguish over variations
In mutual measures of expectations
And a series of frustrations to the heart.

It's easier to reconcile with regrets if you
Can't keep pace with young far enough
Or fail to jump over a wide trough, but not
A friend's regrets for his long silence and
Inability to contact you for over half a year.
Years get shorter as the days grow
Longer that you wait for the evening and
Fear the night that brings no rest in sleep.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Dr Lalit Mohan Sharma
Dr Lalit Mohan Sharma (born: 1952), is an English poet and author of ten books, including 'Man with A Horn', 'Eyes of Silence', and 'There's No Death'. He translated Zahid's Urdu poems into English and published 'Icicles of Time' in 2024. Sharma was awarded 'Master of Creative Impulse' at the World Poetry Conference in 2019. He has anthologised in various books, including academic works like 21st Century Critical Thought and A Handbook of Contemporary Ethics.
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