Now-A-Days

Now-a-days
when I stand in the rain,
It doesn’t feel
like your love anymore.

The skies have become
more unforgiving,
More cold.

Now-a-days
when I weep in that rain,
I don’t feel your
tears with me anymore.

And I resign to where
our stories remain
untold.

© Arindam Dey

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