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A happy soul wondered often
She has something to say
He waited for her counting till ten
For that interesting day.

She felt his intelligent mind
And was lost in thought
Though She was unable to find
What the two sought.

A million thoughts filled her heart
She remained still and dumb
She dreaded him moving apart
And She remained still and numb.

She cherished his friendly smile
Upon which she could depend
And he was away for a while
His memory was her best friend.

There came unbearable silence
As days felt like years
No one could fill his absence
Her eyes filled with tears

To be continued...

Comments

Harsha said…
good one..
21/1/08
Amitha said…
hey really nice one..aparna.. :-)
18/3/08
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