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STILL SHE!                                     He was in furious flood                               LOST LOVE
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      The mother cried and was dread
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Her big brown deep eyes
                                                                                                                                                                                       Besides, the bank of a river
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      The father jumped into the river                      Are like an ocean
                                                                                                                                                                                       They sit on a bench.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      To save his only promising dear                       Still she looks like a fairy
                                                                                                                                                                                       Where they met first
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Both son and father were drowned                      Compels me to be in notion
                                                                                                                                                                                       And won each other's trust;
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      She cried but never could they find
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Her black long hair
                                                                                                                                                                                       With passage of time
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      She scattered into thousand pieces                    Are very fair
                                                                                                                                                                                       They became yours to thine
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      As if were a broken sigh ,                            They surpass the shadow of a demon
                                                                                                                                                                                       Life smiled at them
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      With a passive look she stays
                                                                                                                                                                                       And had a son like sun;
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      As the days passed away;                              Her beautiful face
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Better than an alluring moon
                                                                                                                                                                                       Really he was strong and bold
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Still she visits the place                            A mole on her chin
                                                                                                                                                                                       Things were always in his hold,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Sits on bench near the river                          A killing spot round and thin
                                                                                                                                                                                       As usual they came to the river
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      After throwing two flowers into water                 Turns into compass
                                                                                                                                                                                       To have a walk there;
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      She prays to god to set them in heaven                And pushes me to an unknown heaven
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            She haunts me in my dreams to console
                                                                                                                                                                                       Suddenly a devastating storm came
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      To my surprise never she feels alone                  For someone betrayed me in my youth.
                                                                                                                                                                                       Thundering clouds put them in rain
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Nor she seems in solitude
                                                                                                                                                                                       They hurried to shelter under a big tree
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      She realizes their presence                           Her touches are cool and smooth
                                                                                                                                                                                       To safe themselves from calamities;
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      In her heart and bosom.                               In my dreams often
                                                                                                                                                                                       While running the boy slipped                                                                        I hold her up in my arms
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      @Sukhcharan Singh Sidhu                               With my trembling hands
                                                                                                                                                                                       And fell into the middle of river
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Shower kisses on her rosy lips
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            To satisfy  my wandering  lust.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            But always shed tears on the sand
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            For my lost love.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            @Sukhcharan Singh Sidhu


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