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Faint Memories of the Past

This inquisitive fellow here serves an inclination towards reading, writing, exploring new things and much more....


A faint image flashed across my mind

A feeble voice echoed, trying to chide

As I spotted a souvenired painting of an ordinary-looking lady

A cheerful, effulgent and sensitive countenance even in her eighty

A soul doused with tenderness and love for this world, the whole

An inscrutable smile burying the pain of being isolated from us all

A wistful smile lay across my face while summoning up the past

How I used to scram with her walking stick, so fast

All she did was berate a great grand child of hers

Yet grinning from ear to ear

I remember her last crooning us goodbye

"Will meet soon", were her very words, a lie.....

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