Why does your memories still sting the eyes?
This is not what they said will ensue.
Time’s supposed to wave the mystic wand
And sweep the reminiscences far from pursue.
Your silhouette on the mind’s so very deep perhaps……?
Indrachapam [ഇന്ദ്രചാപം], എൻ്റെ ചിന്താസാഗരം. [My Short Stories, Poems and Write-ups]
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