Like the dusky evenings,
Everything looks gray,
There isn’t a sliver of silver,
To keep the sadness at bay.
Like the flow of monsoon,
The tears don’t ebb or fade,
Like the breath of life,
Every moment is invaded.
I see her everywhere,
Her resounding laughter,
Echoes on much after,
Like time’s constant patter.
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