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I don’t remember how you looked,
the first time I saw you.
But mom says you were happy,
And invited every peer you knew.
Home was decorated with lights
And people shinned in glittery clothes.
I and you were dressed in yellow
And mom in a saree with pink rose.
I cherish the photographs of you and I
with my little fingers tucked in your hand,
I felt protected and cared in the bubble
Which was no less than a fairyland.
During my teens and your thirties,
We both admired your dimple.
I turned twenty and you fifty,
Your smile was still prominent but wrinkled.
I remember how you looked,
the last time I saw you.
Pale but in pain, lying unconscious on bed
With injections piercing your tissue.
The beep from monitor was the only
sound that echoed in the room.
Your heartrate slowed down
And panic arose among people in white costume.
With tears rolling down and sweat dripping,
Memories and flashbacks blended.
With your eyes shut deep,
One chapter of my life ended.