Ache

Simran Ahluwalia
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

There is an ache within

This heart of sea,

Stirring the current waywardly.

The moon comes at its will,

The sea exclaims with tide; it won’t sit still.

But the moon still goes,

The pull of the tide doesn’t slow

The eventual parting everyday.

The moon goes away,

Indifferent to the ache’s crying sway.

Simran Ahluwalia

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