Old Memories Hurts Poem by Prasenjit Das

Old Memories Hurts



Still being mine, plays on my mind,
the laughter and joy we share on time,
the candies, the cake,
on the christmas eve we had baked,
the happiness and joy we were made,
reminding alone standing benith the old baniyan tree,
you passed away why that was'nt me.

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