In my book of life <br />there are so many pages of my past memories <br />being preserved <br />very carefully <br />as of date… <br /> <br />Some pages are endowed with <br />the fragrance of closeness <br />as if adorned on the palms <br />with soaked henna smells slowly... <br /> <br />More so <br />some pages engrossed by the dark night <br />of aloofness <br />sink into the fog of cool winter <br />like an apathetic calm evening… <br /> <br />Even today I have preserved <br />with utmost care <br />all those of my old memories <br />like someone keeps the holy books <br />at holy place in the home...<br /><br />Firdaus Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragrance-of-closeness/
