When she said forget her
I said it is your wish not mine
When she said with tears filled eyes
Your memory will haunt me a lot
I said what could I say about your memory
Relation between loneliness and memory are great
Like sea and sea waves always inseparable
The song of nightingale is always touching
The morning breeze flow is very enchanting
The first rain always brings old memories
Spent together in blissful meadows
Why do not gone time come back in life
Like seasons in our life for happiness
Gone time and gone youth are unkind
Never comes back what an irony of life
Inequality is the hall marks of nature
Yes equality is always there in death
Everything is transient except change
Road though guides all to their destinations
But has no destination of self; what an irony.!
Mamutty chola
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