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Days and weeks and months and years Have turned into one decade But your thoughts and memories, From my heart can never fade. It is as if yesterday I met you that winter night; Wind ripping your shawl apart, You holding with all your might. That meeting is etched in My mind, though now all is gone; I covered you with my coat As your shawl the wind had blown. From then on, days of courting, Marrying, having children; All memories melt and fuse, In this my mental cauldron. But, that one memory last, Which I can’t forget, I dread; You looked at me beseeching, Saying what you left unsaid: “Bye, my dear, I have to go, Take care of our John and Jim; One day we may meet again, But, for now, I go to Him”. *Written in abcb, 7-7-7-7 syllabic format. M C Gupta 24 July 2004
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