When reviewing your daily diary
It is like walking on an aged lane
in the bright moonlight with you.
Any minute recalling your sweet voice
and feeling your smooth touches
the kind sight of your face appears
Now I see your innocent face in the sky
with a spark of a cloudy dark eyes
ready to draw a rainbow of sweet smiles.
Do you remember our silent talks
on the ivory bank of the Ganges
I miss your mischievous eyes
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