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