Truly Yours

Truly Yours short poem

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This is the day that I lost you that date
Seasons keep repeating, years keep rolling
But your memory ceases to erase even to this day

When every drop of my blood is mingled in your thoughts
When your memory is haunting me every moment
When I can see your image even in dark
How can I ever think you are no more?

That mannerism and that talk
That laugh and that cry
That anger and that soberiety
That beauty and that serenity
That look and that smile

When all these are deep rooted in my mind
How can I think you are separated from me?

When I forget myself, I will forget you
When my body lies burnt, your memory gets buried
When my ashes float on the river, your shadow gets drowned

make no mistake till then you are with me
though you are no more in flesh and blood

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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ramakrishnan chatakondu

Somebody asked me what kind of a partner a person should wish for….. I showed this .……..

Laya Sarath

Ohh that’s so wonderful poem….


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