Etched names on trees
I remember those speaking eyes
Those glowing moon faces
Those aimless talks
Burning hot days
Fragrant cool nights
Writing long messages
On tiny paper chits
O!Winds of my town
If you ever happen to see my Beloved again
Ask her whereabouts
Where is she now
Choking in open air
trees around stand like crosses ready to crucify
husn reminiscents past seasons
Some faces glowed dawn
Some's tresses were like nights falling down
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