It is twenty years,
Since we met last time,
we spoke very little
To each other,
Keeping some hidden
Emotion of liking,
You left marrying in thirtes,
I marrying earlier,
Due to your silence
To my advances,
Which I could not decifer,
But, yet I don't know,
Why you linger almost daily,
Why did not forgettfullness
Overcome your presence,
Your nearness to me,
Why do I think of You at all?
Ravikiran Arakkal
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