I know-
Still she is thinking about me.
Always she like to go
Top of the roof to see the sky
For remembering me.
She know I like flying birds
Always she like to give some food
To that flying birds
She ask them about me.
I like smell of her hair
She always open hair on the air
For give me some smell.
But can she feel my touch?
Can she listem my news
From that flying birds
Which always I do,
Can she…..?
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