Like some whiff of the past yore,
Like the petrichor on a barren shore,
And like melodies of some old folklore,
She was there in every scene of the play,
Smiling – teasing every night and day,
Though in reminiscence,
She lived forever to make him quiver
Just like that in some nagging fray.

Copyright Β© Shantanu Baruah

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