Tuesday, November 1, 2022

REMEMBERING HIM

Is it painful that he is no more?
Sweet, playful childhood days of lore!
'Friends' - from the kindergarten days,
now its shrouded in a tearful haze.
The days that were together spent,
were heavenly moments; it meant. 
Always, train of laughter by my side:
A habit of every adventurous ride!

Like winter when those twigs fall;
Pains to know that you have left us all.
You are not forgotten, atleast not me,
coz' I view life very differently.



Prasenjit©2022


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