Monday, 12 September 2016



Present scene: Bathing together in a pond.

No, she is not here. I am remembering the past.

She was the young, nearly of my same age.

Spreading of attraction, many times binding hands

Pull her into chest around the neck.

Picture: swimming
Village pond allows swimming mood,
It can give space for long bathing kingdom,
One can be drowned in its water, in rosy syndrome,
But this is not happened always.

It has no courage to give villagers this scope.

She was drowned many years ago,

Floating I am.

From village to city, one sound.

I do not want to repeat her name.

She is on her best life. I can’t follow.

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