Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Claim

There was nothing strange in it
except the fact
that It made me happy.

That you remember me
and sometimes think about me,

You might not remember
how I looked like,
The colour of my hair
or of my eyes

But still in your prayers
you said, 'I am always present'.

I sometimes claimed
in my mind that I missed
you everyday.

I still doubt my claim
but I think that, It might be true.