.....Big nothing....
Like the rain water
Dripping down the thatched roof
Your sweet memories are countless.
Your eyes dear
And your sweet smile
Every thing has a touch so innocence..
Time Tide
Like the smell of your ever chanting memories
Float away everything
Like the hide and sick of sun and shadow
Relationship gets lost on public row..
And then
Left with us is a big nothing..
By Satchidananda Mishra.
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