Each human-being
arrives on earth
like an incarnation
with missions to
accomplish.
But for Time, in the guise of
a damsel’s
fond remembrance
of a friend would have
faded out or deleted out of my
album of re-collections.
And the task would
have been exacting
to trace her out later.
The damsel’s fond remembrance
to me is like
adding sugar and flavours
to a crystal-glass full
mouth-watering
sweet golden mango-fruit juice.
Thanks a lot to the damsel
one of her missions
stands accomplished for
the time-being,
if not for eternity.
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