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| Harsha Navalkar Photography |
As book, little old and dusty.
Which had imaginations, wild and lusty.
A place where he shared his deepest feelings.
words and phrases, appealing.
Feelings for his love of the life
He dreamt her to be his wife.
But destiny had other plans
time was running out of the hands.
She had cancer
He begged “Oh God, why, please answer?
Then one day, she suddenly collapsed
that day, she died in his laps.
Daily, he and his heart had a strife.
with her memories, he lived the rest of his life.
50 years later, he had unbearable pain in the chest
Within few seconds, he died of cardiac arrest.
And here I am reading his diary
which had each and every word dedicated for her love, karry.
His affection for her, he proved.
This was the diary of his love.
© HarshaNavalkar
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