‘Don’t know...
I don’t know
flowers are growing fast in the pot
on the days of not meeting her
than the days of meeting her
drongos are whispering at nearby trees
on the days of not seeing her
good old melody songs appear in FM
when donot have mobile calls from her
the songs which we both like
when we together
coffee tasts high
when I sit on the table
which was used by her
don’t know
what it means...
life turns wonderfull
and doubtfull at the same time
is it a game?
tempt and play tame?
or
this is the so called
gravity between us
life goes on its own way
by throwing flowers on me
and my thought
about her’
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