vaishnavi raghuraman


Aisle Of Memory..

THE FLOWERS THAT BLOSSOM, WITHER AWAY ONE DAY
THE HEARTS THAT MEET ONCE SHALL PART AWAY ONE DAY
BUT TIS THE SATISFACTION OF HAVING SOMETHING CREATED TOGETHER
THAT SHALL NEVER FADE….
MAY COME THE RAIN OR SUN BURN AT ITS PEAK,
TIS IN THE INNER RECESSES OF MY HEART,
THAT THOSE MEMORIES STAY.
UNTOUCHED, UNHURT THEY GIVE ME AN UNBOUND HAPPINESS,
BREAKING-AWAY ALL SHACKLES OF DOOM,

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