Sunday, August 18, 2013

A Loss

Those were the times
I was then young
you were so abundant
and I was a smug

You glowed & bloomed,
you held on me
but I was busy
and chose not to see

Then effects of aging
started to unfold
you too started leaving,
 leaving me untold

In bunches and heaps
were how  u left me
how devastated I was
everybody could see,

Come back my dear
I say this everyday
While applying
oil, cream, and spray

And because of you,
Or absence of you,
My niece calls me
Chanda Mamu J

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