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They Keep Coming Back...

The memories of a beloved never erase from our minds...They are meant to be remembered and cherished!
They keep coming back...
When you come to memory...

They keep coming back...
The efforts so futile...
The messages so suppressed...
The reactions so bleak...
The cries so muzzled...

They keep coming back...
The lane so lonely...
The slumber so heady...
The evenings so poor...
Yet the love so fulfilling...

They keep coming back...
The trip to the sea...
The soul of some place...
The moments of bliss...
The visits to the temple...

They keep coming back....
The shimmering lake....
The countless cups of tea....
The smell of holy incense...
The road along the golden river...

They keep coming back...
The approach so innocent...
The messages so appealing...
The efforts so sincere...
Yet the loss so grievous...

They keep coming back...
The stairs so high...
The prayers so holy...
The champion so heroic...
The schoolgirl so coy...

When you come to memory...
They always come back...
By Suprita Biswas
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