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You gave me the rose
They are still alive,
As red as my own blood.
They are as fresh
As your memory
Which I shall never
Forget, because, they
Taught me how to
Love, they keep me
Fresh always like
Your memory.
They are getting dry,
Mother wants to throw.
I forbid as I know,
They are your lost memory.
poem
by
Nitin Sahni
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