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I and My Memories
Memories are the real teacher,
These taught us as preacher.
These are wound healer and giver,
But for me: only giver.
Sad ending, anyone has seen,
Through it, I have been.
Repent is only with me: as friend,
Goosebumps raised, if thought of that shocking end.
Calamity fall as a curse on her,
Spared her, if god I were.
That earthquake, snatched everything from me,
In a second changed to I from we.
Smile add glint to her face,
Fringe hair were my fascinate's base.
Mustering courage to propose, god hasn’t gifted,
Before I think she was lifted.
Taught: we get what is in fate,
Forgetting all, we have to move ahead,
Beloved may you rest in peace,
Since then just living but goodness has been cease.
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Rohit Sharma
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