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(I had written this poem for a friend on the 24th of May, 2008. However I couldnt come up with a title which deems fit for the poem. Any suggestion therefore is most welcome)

Smiles, hills, a playground, friends,
And then you fade away………………

A blue mist engulfs the years in between……..

As it clears, the morning shines
And the bright lights blind my eyes,
Dewdrops of the remnant smiles are sprinkled all around
Amidst the gift-wrapped sunrays, its you my friend I found………

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ananya chatterjee said…
wow.the images are so beautiful.......and ur feeling are almost tangible.... great work dear
April 14, 2009 at 2:34 AM
Unknown said…
its the well deserved sunshine in your life ya :)
April 18, 2009 at 8:26 PM
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