..MEMORY OF YOUR PARTING KISS.
Life is all a misery when sweet memories are on a prowl..
When we are haunted mercilessly, neither we protest nor can we howl..
You can't leave me Monalisa, you are the Lord of my feeling...
You are the active occupant of my leisures Priya, you know the art of healing..
Your smile is the magic my heart understands to throb..
What we don't forget however we may try is the nice idea of love...
When the birds chirp or the budding opens, you come to my mind..
The memory of your parting kiss churns me within and makes me blind...
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
Life is all a misery when sweet memories are on a prowl..
When we are haunted mercilessly, neither we protest nor can we howl..
You can't leave me Monalisa, you are the Lord of my feeling...
You are the active occupant of my leisures Priya, you know the art of healing..
Your smile is the magic my heart understands to throb..
What we don't forget however we may try is the nice idea of love...
When the birds chirp or the budding opens, you come to my mind..
The memory of your parting kiss churns me within and makes me blind...
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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