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Do you think about me when you look at those uncertain images formed by those flying fluffy cotton balls? Or do you remember the pain that my departure has caused you?

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Does the morning sky with a tinge of pinkish aura reminds you of my blush? Or do they lead your mind towards the anger you still have?

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Does the wind that blow away my tears caress your face as well? Or does it just sway your tresses?

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Would the moon hidden behind the clouds and the sun setting in West amidst them be able to ask you to speak your heart out? Or would their voices be another inefficacious reverie?

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Because for me it is the later I feel just after I have removed all those former memories.

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- Raj Nandani.

This poetry has meaning deeper than just what the words present.