Memories

Slowly the memories will fade away
The emails I received and sent
will be lost
The missed and received calls
in my cell phone will
no longer show your name
I cannot just childishly
call you
anytime I want
The desire to live
with you will no
longer be encouraged
The blues of the sky, sea
and my favorite saree will
remind you
The love I had for you
will always be as fresh as
as a blossomed flower
I pray the lord
to make me born again in your hands.


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