When you see around you,
After I quit,
In everything you see, you would
See myself, a bit
Or at least may hear my voice,
A hum, a tune, a stroke,
May remember words and silence too
In which we often spoke
A cloud with a star behind may
Bring some memory back
A little flower may smile and say
“This is a clear hijack:
You will be inside the cloud
Maybe for a moment
Then fall like a dew drop and
Mingle in my scent”.
Love, music, poetry
A mystic concoction
Feeling giddy? enjoy that,
Experience elation
Add something of yours in
Every sensation
Let’s meet frequently like
In this Conversation.
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06-02-2025