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Abhishek mishra

19 March 2023

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I was the memory..
of those lanes,,
that blew with lights,,
In the sombre pain..

I was the memory..
of the passing night,,
that stood lunatic,,
for the irrelevant heights..

I was the memory..
of your smile,,
that drowned me up,,
In your anchored while..

I was the memory..
that carries your parts,,
the ones that you loosed,,
impressing other hearts..

I was the memory..
of the holding strings,,
that bonded the souls,,
within reckoned pings..

I was the memory..
healing since reigns,,
the reasonable facts,,
of this never ending vains..

I was the memory..
that took your joy,,
from the juvenile phase,,
to an unsmiling annoy..

I was the memory..
that withered you apart,,
through the millions of acts,,
that teared your heart..

I was the memory..
that fell many times,,
of the beloveds,,
uncannied wines..

I was the memory..
that wanted to chase,,
a sorted story,,
For every bad case..

I was the memory..
of those lanes,,
that I wish to rewind,,
from the sombre pains...

quote;
Life plays unfair at times but It all becomes easier when healed..

© abhishekmishra

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