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.