My eyes do tell an untold tale
A bit nostalgic, fadding memories
That used to flow in small streams
No matter whether one listens or not
She used to talk ,things familiar to me
Like writing passages and reciting lines
It ended as my tears stopped rolling
A better time would dawn in my life
The lost words would reverberate
Again in my untamed lips sometime.

©®Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai@India.
Date.Sunday,19 2023.

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