Every now and then she comes to my memory
A glimpse of the past, now so far
But once to me she was very dear
Alas, love gave her no freedom; without love she’s free.
Once, her thoughts entangled me and held me tight
Of her were my dreams all the day and all the night
I cannot drop her from my memory, tried I have all wizardry
But still, now and then, she comes to my memory.
Now, am I lonely? Am I sad? Nay!
I have no reason to be sad or to curse my luck,
Left she has, dying I mustn’t lay.
Life’s a journey, walk I must, I must walk.
Copyright © 2013 RAMU DAS
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Oye Hoye! Ye Kya Ho Gaya Bhaai Sahab! Adaab Arz Hai! Hope all is well with you friend!
Everything is going good. Just that, sometimes it is hard to control our own thoughts.