Memory :
Your Memories
came to me always
like a 'fire bird'
That time
I will become Tree;
they started nest in me
I burnt to ashes
Your memories again
come to me like
a heavy Clouds
They started fall
a lovely rain on me
I sprout again !!
Ramesh. ..
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