nostalgia
is
something like
a
missed disaster,
a
uttarakhand
tragedy
you missed being buried under
the debris of mud and slush
of the cloud burst
may be i would have vanished into
the labyrinth of the swirling waters
of the holy rivers' raging furies.
may be i would not be striking the
letters here
trying to evoking to the heart beats
i
hoped my words trigger in you
long i seem to have forgotten
you
long i seem to have forgotten
you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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