one of my poem. please comment.
Her first sight, first glance; was like a shock.
And I was still there, as statue, like a rock
The spiritual days with her, were much pleasant
Her accord was there; in thoughts, little bit talk
Her series of memories has a long chain
And I can recall them with any place of clock
But time has gone, like waves of shores
And I downstairs from past, with desperate walk
Today, there is no gay, even in a milky way
Thinking with grief; is it true, or was it mock?