“Thirsty “


Overwhelmed by twigs of reminiscences,
Where bunches of leaflets are beaming now
Reminding the old days.

When I deliberate those days,
Some are Striking my heart with beautiful pleasure,
Some are smacking my soul again and again like a scissor.

I smile, I cry…
Remembering all those days,
Which aggrandizing me today.
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