He died too soon,
I still know not why,
If the pain's stopped,
I shouldn't cry.
Maybe it's nice
Where he stays now.
But I'm not ready yet,
To visit that town.
It's a long distance away,
A journey made alone,
I'll go when my time comes,
Till then I'll stay home.
nice.. read about your blog in Edex,supplementary of The New Indian Express
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