Way Back To My Past
I am sitting in my little garden
Beautiful smell of a roses...
Took my memories,
way back to my past;
My little friend is fond of roses
Keeping a rose in her braided hair
Chatting and giggling with me
As I am only friend to her......
She is like a butterfly
With beautiful soul
Flying happily allover ,
Till the black day of my life..
We boarded buses together,
We shared our memories together ,
We thought of future together,
Without knowing our filthy fate.
Happiness of our life
Flew away with a struggle ,
She departed away from me,
To the garden of souls.
I am a dummy ,
Worthless friend of her
Sitting in a garden of roses,
Thinking of her with my flowing Tears....
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