Thursday, December 8, 2011



When it becomes incessant agonies

And even your simper in my memory

Is identified as a thousand lumps

In the throat with sighs;

When life separates us as humdrum

Strangers in quick moves in a jiffy;

Just save for our destiny and prospect

A long silence…

A drop of tear…

A handful of affectionate words,

Besides a sanguine expectation

Extending from you to me…

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