Memory
After cooking
standing in the door ...
looking for little footprints
I am waiting for you ...
The pan in the kitchen
is still hot ...
waiting to serve you
the best we both have made ...
Don't know ! how long ?
The seeds you sow
waiting for you ...
thanking you for giving birth
to those little plants ...
they send healing fragrance
in absence of you ...
I have locked
the tears in Eyes ...
because I know,
you don't like me crying...
I wont cry
till last breath
just because
you should not hate me
when I will leave the world ...
along with your memories ...
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