i asked the seasons of departure
the last word ,the last phrase
as these traces wud be vanished once,
the air of north get hold of barren ,sad land...
they said nothing in honor of such leave,
for the hearts are destined to keep,
the sacred moments safe as its victory,
be they of sheer loss,of unbearable pain,
as thos times were not spent,and tasted in vain!!
hiramalik
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