I
They met, fell in love —
fate split the thread between them,
echoes lingered on.
II
Years drifted like mist.
Fate returned them, face to face —
old hearts recognized.
III
Pull of love, restrained.
Not fate now, but their own hands
chose the quiet end.
Smita Amit
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I am a prolific port and writer since the age of seven and now that I have taken an early retirement due to my breast cancer , I am desirous of sharing my work of the past four plus decades. Not just share but be read also
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