Sunday Poem By Anjali De Nandi, Mom

I will be there, dear

In too far future
I will be in free nature.
If you shall want me, dear,
Then you shall get me there.
I will be in those leaves,
Which will be on ground.
I will be in their
Livesless sound.
In their
Dead-colors.
I will be in those fallen-broken nests,
On the hard ground,
Which will be destroyed by the Strom.
I will be in bird’s crying-sound.
I will be in your unsuccessful dreams.
Which were watched only for me,
By your love’s closed eyes.
Which were in sleep.
Also which were too deep.
Then you will keep, keep and keep,
All my memories,
Which were alive in your life,
At very past, dear!
But then I will be your emotional-tear.
Though I will be too far from you,
Yet, i will be your very near,
As your love’s feelings.
I will be so happy then.
Because, i will be in you,
As ever new;
Yes yes yes….
Your mind is my ever address.

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