Anita Singh Poems

I went down in my memory lane
On still and cold December night,
My past thoughts clinging to the darkest corner
Of my mind to seek warmth.
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all i saw was grey,
grey feelings, grey atmosphere,
silence and laughter all grey,
but what's that fire i see?
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All alone by herself she sat in the darkest corner
Of the end of the street on a closing winter night
Surrounded by the sombre atmosphere of the dying year
She was bereft of an amiable company
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His articulate ringing laughter
Is still echoing in my mind,
When I recall those happy days
Which we spent together
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