Of You, I Remember
The thought arises
A wonder if you are doing well
The tug, deep rooted
Refuses to quell
I seek you in your voice
The love i always heard
The hug in every word
And distance melt.
Should i call, or
Drop a line
You may, mostly not
Respond, a pull rises along.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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