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Her giggling sound like a river,
Flowing over the sharp edges,
Of rocks and stones all beneath,
Still, hums through my ears

 Her shiny eyes with credence,
Glittering with discerning solace,
and Indomitable like a strong shaft,
Still, holds my vision

 

Her fragrance of jasmine flowers

Vivacious and spunk all through,

A sheer flash of her sight,

Crosses there every night

 

 The surge in her voice
with a subtle smile
Still, steers the hearts of
Many alive

 

Albeit she’s not here
The way… she was
But somewhere in all us
She still finds life

 In hopes and in prayers
In wishes for good
Her life says to us
Be truly alive…



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Smriti Srivastava
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