Till Today
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Till today
I have found no way
To push him away
For all the way
Some years back
The death took him
Away altogether
To make me suffer
Little knock at the door
Makes me to run after
And see if he has come
I wish to welcome again
It is illusion
With wrong impression
'Dead can never return'
'I must adjust' it is my turn now
The dry leaves fall
With season's call
We all know the fact
Yet we regret divine act
It is great change
We need to manage
The almighty he has his own way
He only decides who will stay
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