IT was revival of the lost world
once dear
when she made her presence
visible through a rift.
"Friend of my bosom you
more than a sister
why where you not born
in my Dad's dwelling"
That was how she described
us near
in those predegree days
where our footsteps were waves
always laughing and wanting to merge
sometimes with the shore
and sometimes within ourselves...
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why stopped writing? and sudeep too?
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