Remnants: A Poem


There’s a limit to love,

To the magnitude of the sacrifices you would make

For those that you love.

Even the two little girls

Walking down the street,

Hand in hand,

Sharing not just their meals

But their hearts as well,

Will part ways,

Finding only memories when

They peek through the cracks of yesterday,

Memories that eventually find comfort

In the confines of profound agony.

Where then does love lead us?

We are fettered prisoners of a power

Scholars explain in only seven words,

Blind to the truth

That our relevance is crumbling

Like that of the plates that uphold our universe

So long as the seraphim will it.

But all the angels died when we

Bared our souls to the unholy manifestations

Of this unholy earth.

Where then does fate lead us?

– Rubani Kaur

Photography Credit: David Bartus


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Vidhya Shree says:

    Nicely written ☺️

    Liked by 1 person

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