when I will walk on the street
from where you walked once
like kayes marking your feet
mislaying control over my pulse
we will talk again and again, but
I will miss the long ones
I will miss that distant hut
that time when cheeriness was in tonnes
I will miss the pleasing rain
and the umbrella under which we were
for some days it will give intolerable pain
in my mind all the memos will recur
©aariz
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