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Today its me in silk and gold,

Tomorrow it’ll be in a shroud.

Would you still love me ?

Would you still keep me alive ?

Would you still cherish my presence ?

Would you still be all mine ?

You cannot go back in time,

But would you walk with me, forever ?


Priya said…
Love is more valuable than gold isn't it.
Tulika said…
I won't ask for an answer then. Let it be unanswered.

I did better go alone.
rainboy said…
Depends on how true that person's love is.
Love :
It's all about taking care of each other...growing old...till death do us apart.

take care
Meera said…
hmmm....will be if its all true...and if not, then you know it never was! :)
Ria said…
call it the test of love...wonder how many ppl wud like to answer that one!
Diana. said…
Depends on how true the love between u both is..
Thousif Raza said…
if somebody asked me that question... i would say s....... ;)

nice one

take care and keep writing..........
Arv said…
How can anyone say No to such words :)
Hemanth Potluri said…
love has its meaning so its just the test ...

Priya Joyce said…
It always wud some wer somehw siletly it does walk with u..all thru ur life..
i love your words and expressions ... i love it so so so much!
it was magical...
Dhanya said…
Lots of poetry going around for a certain 'You' huh? :) Hope the 'You' realizes how special the person is to YOU!
ANWESA said…
yes,it is.
ANWESA said…
yes,that's love.
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
only those who love truly....
ANWESA said…
yeah...between any two people rather.
ANWESA said…
somebody......find out the "somebody".

Wishing you luck !
ANWESA said…
:) yes bro!!
ANWESA said…
@A friend,
ANWESA said…
@lil' Priya,
how nicely told!!! Lots of love :)
ANWESA said…
thanks a lot!!!
ANWESA said…
:) Even I hope so :)
Jogeshwar said…
el excellente !!!
ANWESA said…
thankies !
i will walk forever.. but there is lot of time between now and forever... still... i will walk forever...
ANWESA said…


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