Friday, 9 March 2012


She reminds me of my teens,
When I moved alone on strains,
Then I have no woman to be mine,
And I cannot discover what teens are,
That is the dark corner I live in.

And now on my age of maturity,
She comes and takes me at Nandan,
The premises lovers come and
Make sparkle with needs of time,
A vehement deal of earlier life,
That spins over the sun
To take new breathing in surfing,
And I am in memory of my past lonely life.

After many seasons of haunting,
She comes like an angel to make me awake,
As if teens are not lost, it is evergreen,
Most of life’s turns are dazzles of dreaming.

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