When Memories Were Not Born
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Today this sun-filled morn
I’ll not mourn for you,
Though my heart is a desert
Your memories barren sands
And my eyes dried up eons ago!
Today this sun-filled morn
I’ll not mourn for you
Though my heart still smells you
Your face lies in my eyes
And my cries I stifled eons ago!
Today this sun-filled morn
Your hands in mine
We’ll walk back to when
Memories were not born!
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