We met
You greeted me
With a wrinkle ridden smile
And looked at me
In wrapped attention.
A few minutes passed in silence
I wanted to know
Have you have children.
You replied
You are still a child
As twenty years before.
The feelings are afresh
Which I drink every night
Dream of a fine morning
Is still alive
As you live in me.
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