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The day...

The day...
I wore your slippers
Those giants grippers
For my little feet
Time when I cared least
Prancing up and down
Dancing like a little clown
I never knew
I will be one of the few
Few among st all
Trying to not fall
I was not prepared
You suddenly disappeared
For i was ignorant
Staring like an innocent
Unable to solve
Mind could not resolve
The absence I felt
It just cud not be dealt
But I am strong now
I still wonder how.


The day...
I was sitting all alone
Happiness was somewhere sown
I was just on my own
Waiting for a path to be shown
I gathered strength
Measured scar; its length
It was of few inches
I remember the park and benches
When I held your hand
Time slips like sand
Now no us, only a me
I would choose not to be
Without you here
We will meet someday There
That is what people say 
Is it true or it may
Be a human psychology
I never thought of an eulogy
But I just want u back
Without you, sanity I lack.


The day...
I decided to let you go
I walked to and fro
And then I promised not to cry
I never did and I still try
I decided I will be happy
For your little boy who was unhappy
I was soon tired
Since you retired
I always sought for love and care
Demanding even if it was not fair
I somehow could manage
Saved myself from the damage
For then I met an angel
More aptly an archangel
Who helped me seek peace
Without demanding any fees
In her I found your essence
I missed less your presence
I love her like I love you
To her, my gratitude due.

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