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Photos Speak
Dragging me these old pictures
In to my by gone days
They are decayed in course of time, though
The pictures have a lot to speak
Of the love and ardor towards
A girl resided next to my door
But a picture is essential not
For reminiscing about those sweet memories
Of all those love and ardor
As it is solidified as a thick layer of sediment
In the deep depth of my mind
And it keeps on jolting me in my darks
Oh! My Girl, you have never been a girl
In my forgotten corner of mind, thus far,
You are with me, as the shadow of mine
Wherever I am
Ever since you walked off
To reunite in our next birth
Feb.20,2009.
poem
by
Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil
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