Monday, January 12, 2009

This day, that year

The date is same,
The morning as cold,
But a year has passed,
With memories worth gold.

I forgot to treasure,
Moments that got lost,
I didn't realize,
Until I paid the cost.

It's too late now,
Nothing can be done,
Never take things for granted,
Is a lesson, I did learn.
© 2009 Rituparna Das