MY MEMORIES WITH HER
MY MEMORIES WITH HER
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I was eighteen aged prince of my class
Every one of class were in my squad
None would opposed me
There she entered as a metaphor of beauty
Iwas left alone and isolated
Everyone turned as her worshippers
to attain her love and to speak with her
My lonely seperation made an wound and
that wound inspired myart of poetry
My place and my poemswere highlighted
on the occassion of school day
Yes she came and admired my poetry as outstanding
Finished everything had finished there
But my love on her
continued form that days to still now
Booma, the name that conquered me from my eighteen
to my present fortythree.
It will continue after sixty too.
sorry it will come up to my last sleep
SAKTHEE RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
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