It is natural <br />Not to reject on arrival <br />The memory of old love and friends <br />As it sweets the time at the end <br /> <br />No one seeks <br />And feels weak <br />It is bound to speak in question <br />Either in isolation on in relation <br /> <br />I used to write letters <br />On love matter <br />But each time was unable post <br />As it troubled me most <br /> <br />I carry that impression even today <br />Why did I lose that golden way? <br />It was finest spell of belonging <br />I was surely and happily singing <br /> <br />She used to be my dream queen <br />Such feeling was never seen <br />It brought me cheers when felt sad <br />She was in dream and well read <br /> <br />It has no relevance <br />To continue with its presence <br />But certainly it gives secret smile <br />When you sink deep for a while<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sink-deep/
