The days are gone but the remembrances still spiralling around me
The life is gone but the remembrance is with me
Sandwiched with gladness and poignant feelings
The ebb and flow of life is still a mystery to me
The mystery of a child standing in front of the corridor of the world
Wondering what to do..
That’s life.......
It can`t be measurable
But still there is something stuck with me
The throbbing of pain in the pertrurbance of the life
Wondering what to do
The innocence at the same time guilt
That prevents me to get into the world...
But the heart of the child lost from me
And waiting for it to come.....
SuPrAbHa.......
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