Do you remember that bench on which we use to sit together?
That bench on which we promised that we will part away never
That tree beneath whose shade's we talked for hours
Sometimes as a token of love, I gave you flowers ...
One day sitting under the vastness of ethereal sky,
Amazed, perplexed my sight ran towards a beaming star guided by my sorrow laden eye.
Its brightness resembled a face
Though well acquainted but lost in heavenly space. ...
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