Of Flashbacks And Memories
By Kanika Singla
Dear friend,
The one I lost long ago,
I still dream of rescripting that day.
The day when there was much,
You could say.
Life is really going fine,
With all the newfound friends of mine.
But when peace takes over the noise,
At 2 a.m., when darkness embraces my world,
The heart craves for a hue,
Of none other, but you.
Why did you not voice,
Whatever you had to say?
Why gave away to the furphy,
And not come right away?
Deep into the eyes,
It could really have rolled the dice.
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