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Sunday, 8 January 2012

ESSENTIAL


Waiting on the platform
Seeing the portrait around
Touched by memories;felt the warm
I think of you deep profound.

Every morning outside my hood
Tiny pearls, thousands there
Would have kept if I could
At its best kept undisturbed without any care.

Brothers fighting in the game
A thing is there on younger's face
You flash in between those frame
Very few have it in this world of chase.

An old lady was there in the train
Held her bag with shivering hand;
Long ago, when we walked in rain
You too held mine as magician's wand.

To my surprise it rained today
Late on platform I felt the warm
Not because i needed it 
Just as it has become essential of each day.

I think of you, it's my habit
Every time to learn, you are my essential!




-SAMIR SANTOSH

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