My Turn...1

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I am back to her fold I find her same as ever with new world I knew I was to be with her for few more days I shall have permanent parting ways I caught her hand and wished "Happy anniversary and cried" she looked in my eyes I was unable to hide or further try She was so happy to find me She was with me like giant tree Offering all help and comfort I had anchored ship in her port "I shall have no regret" Even if I have to surrender to fate" She did not utter a word but lost in memory She was praying and whispering to almighty "Give me some more days o, creator" I could feel pride and honor Was she same when I had deserted " I felt visibly moved and elated I feel her hand slipping away My eyes close and open in intermittent way The stars seem waiting eagerly I wish last breath so orderly What shall have been left behind? I have no answer to find She is generous and kind heart woman Above and all, caring human soul

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