M. Asim Nehal Memory Poems

buzzing honeybees
dancing flowers in chill breeze
a hummingbird sings
touchy melancholy song
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As I wonder, where the nice fragrance of love is gone,
That spilled from the crimson flower of life.
Now when I sweep away the broken glass of the past,
The memory haunts back doing icicle,
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On a canvas of life
We paint our fate
By good or bad deeds
To reflect ourselves
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in a surprise pack
a letter from childhood friend
after a long gap
I rediscovered myself
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