A year on
Reminiscing our cleared path
With lot of better sweet memories
Without emotion they flow now
Sweet memories first
From onset in the hall
You were a newly born baby
With sweet ambience
All through the classes
And beneath the gathering tree
Brangelo we were
On top of the sand
And the least person testifies
To bitter memories
You all grown up
Brainwashed of your innocent birth
And your baby heart limousined away
With your sweet ambience faded
Like Brangelo now
All inspiration of love to others
Nothing to write home about
Without any emotion
It’s a year on …
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ReplyDeleteYou all grown up.
Good work done.May God grant u wisdom and understanding
I'm very graterful and thanks dear
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