Love is a fleeting moment
when I meets eye
and look else where
for fear of being read.
Love is a fleeting moment
when you laugh together
and then smile
for fear of being heard.
Love is a fleeting moment
when you bid good bye
and then stay on
wanting to be held.
Love is a fleeting moment
when you leave
yourself behind
hoping to be returned.
Love is a fleeting moment
when you flee
taking life with you
and lay yourself on the pyre.
I too have a poem somewhat like this.Cant say if it will fare better. !
Engaging and moving write.
thank you Lokesh roy..would like to read yours too:)
Gopal lahiri thanks 🙂
The repetition of , “love is a fleeting moment ” is used to good effect , as an incantation in a work that evokes strong overtones of being an existentialist catechism.