That day, what could have happened I know <br />'Tis seen calf-like, our love, flung into sky <br />Every acute eye, might see us fall, high or low <br />Or, a shadow of disgrace might make pride die. <br /> <br />A kiss under open sky? no, 'twas better bracelet <br />Or a hairbend, that, never applied, could remind <br />Us 'oft for each-other, in grief or smile, soon or late <br />Think a while, 'twas better we flown on North wind. <br /> <br />But not to be sore; our mistake is, yet, too lit <br />What, if our immature brain responds little; still <br />I know, History may remember it or 'oft respite <br />In this restless life, to scan our lives with good-will. <br /> <br />Mistake, done in love, indeed a lesson to be upright <br />Every love-story, past or present, so taken allright.<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/history-may-remember-it/
