It was cruel.

That her heart stopped beating.

But, under the old canopy of evergreen poetries,

Breathed, her words.

Softly. For eternity.

© Anavil Singh

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In the profound ecstasy of my spring recollections,
I often owe to your dimple smile,
Drinking every drop of your sweat,
That ever caused trouble to your cheek,
Your fainthearted lovely murmurs,
Wipe the dejected clouds from my heart,
Every text of your teasing mood,
Makes me laugh in my distressing nightmares,
I still sense the fragrance of your presence,
Every time your descant beats in my heart,
I feel you are not here ,
And i feel you have always been here,
You have left me in a dilemma of uncertainty,
You are not here !
And you are always with me !
~●khan_aadil ~●

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