I remember a tree in past from a beautiful place,
His/Her satisfactory true tear of joy reminds me dear,
All possiblites that we say we are in love,
But mid day flow of wind brings my shadow lonely,
Neither I talked nor it talked,
But my nature of behaviour is mysterious,
While welcoming the season it is blame,
All day it is alone me is alone,
I remember the tree in past.
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