Those bright smiling days,
Clutched to my mind and never fade,
Thinking about , often the emotion,
Of lazy rain in the beautiful Sun .

Overflowing, those days memories ,
Like the unending twinkling fountain,
It hold my mind to peace of love,
So, I forget to let them leave.

Oh , is that she, having un-ironed ,
Saree with ironed compassion,
I prohibit to feel sad ,
When her presence filled me with joys of mad.

My mistakes never made her,
To treat me bitter, instead,
She laughed so hard,
That moments drowned in my mind of separate ward.

Her days paddling ,
Like a smells of different flowers, nothing
Give the same mysterious scent Of her,
And so, because of her I never get sour.

My hand turns small,
when I holds her warm palm,
while walking in a barefoot,
Sand of wast blue paint of route.

Walk like aging turtle, she couldn't
Match my flying feet, so,
I altered myself to move slow,
And accompanied her with a flow.

Get prolonged my short name , when
She calls me with her new invented
Voice of musical tones,
And my eyes sparkes and detects where she was.

Well, I still remember,
How she rented her fence for,
Carving creepers and her hanging,
Brocade veil for to wipe my face.

Now the sapling planted over,
The foreign land,
It's been a years of seven,
Without seeing her I was grieven.

I knew I forget but I knew
Still I fought to see her,
In the world of breeze and greens and blues,
But she ends in dews of ashes.

Last day I see her on the floor,
Same soft hand and warmth,
The spoon of milk I fed her in dusk and
In dawn she left us and end as a freedom kite.

Oh those days ! Oh days,
Remains there , the half-moon eyes,
Face of full cheeks,
Whenever the streets I passes remembering me her presence.
I don't say goodbye , goodbye to you as u are still exists in mine.

By - Z





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