Fragrance of closeness…

In my book of life
there are so many pages of my past memories
being preserved
very carefully
as of date…


Some pages are endowed with
the fragrance of closeness
as if adorned on the palms
with soaked henna smells slowly...


More so
some pages engrossed by the dark night
of aloofness
sink into the fog of cool winter
like an apathetic calm evening…


Even today I have preserved
with utmost care
all those of my old memories
like someone keeps the holy books
at holy place in the home...
-Firdaus Khan




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