A shattered stone statue, <br />some old copper coins, <br />strange ornaments of blackened <br />silver, <br />several broken bronze vessels, <br />were unearthed <br />in a desert. <br />And people say that centuries ago <br />here where there is only a desert, <br />A city was once settled <br />And a thought strikes me- <br />even today, at a party <br />or a gathering, <br />when i come face to face with you, <br />for one second <br />or just for a moment, <br />The warmth of body, <br />the fleeting chance meeting of <br />our eyes, <br />the shine of your red <br />decoration over your forehead, <br />the rustle of your clothes, <br />the fragrance of your hair, <br />and sometimes, unintentionally, <br />a tiny flower of touch, <br />and then again, that unending desert, <br />that desert where once- <br />a city had flourished.<br /><br />Piyush Dey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ancient-remnants/
