How I wonder could something so magnanimous
Be so small to be concised
In the page of a diary so small
At a corner in the brain so vast.
How could it be confined
Within the limits of a pink pen stand
And the memory of a red soft toy
Within the heart of now a stranger
Within the faded memory a the brain.
I wonder how the most powerful feelings of all
Which starts like it has no start or no end
Like the beginning of a new universe
Like the creation of a new being
Like the rise of a new star.
I am in a state of denial
As I fail to understand
How this new universe limits itself
In a tiny world of shrewds
In a mean world of hatred.
I do not believe in it’s death
It’s way too huge to die
The energy is spread somewhere
In the universe where I breathe
Now transformed to another.
The soul has changed it’s clothes
Now not in the pink little pen stand
It’s out there but for sure
It has not died although
As huge as this can never die.
The toys have changed their shapes
The laughs are a little different
Those eyes have changed their colors
The humongous feeling but lives
This love can never be short-lived .