By Sonali Mishra
The memories I advocate here;
All of you could relate
There was once this time our hearts had
Resemblance to a clear slate
We argued like a stubborn kid
To land in a world of agony
He warned us against the distance and
The difficulties throughout this journey
We merrily ignored all the cautions,
Only to plead a little louder
He gift packed the remedy
In the form of his holy name
Waving us with a heavy heart
We saw him with our eyes shut
Till the slates had no sots
It was less of him thereafter
As the senses took over
And here we are like a stupid child
Who lost all his track
In a playhouse gifted by his father.
By Sonali Mishra
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