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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I can only be sad when you are not, I can only miss you when you are not, My heart can simply grunt in long deep sighs -- When you are not here. In those university days when I used to melt in nature For long hours, and your worries are prominent on your forehead: Apprehending that I got in unknown troubles; Apprehending my whims of uncertain nature, You waited for my return. I still kept that memory fresh -- Your beautiful brown eyes, flash of that undiminishing glow of smile, That innocent care, that unpretentious services That you rendered in my mealtime; When I was there in "Ramu Rubber Garden"-- That is still fresh like patel That is still sticking to the rose. What should I call you then? -- my 'rose', That glows in the first light of slenting sunrays: You are ever glowing like that sunrise; You are more than a glow -- You are the round ball, the source of that glow. I learnt to enjoy the beauty of the sunrise and sunset, Over the melting profusion of colours, Over the crests of the dicudious trees, Over the valleys of crimson shades-- Because you were that "round ball"; You were the source of life and light in those days. On your death, I blow bcak and forth like A restless gale of wind. You are, to me, a world of recognitions from the Transition of the childhood simplicity into aestehtic eternity. You are to me, a pure piece of art, an unending tune Stretched on the unending timeline. I miss you now as you are not; I miss you because I love you -- Love that graces mankind in beautifully molten sadness.
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