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Prathipa Nair Aug 2016
Keeping the door of my eyes open
On the way of your arrival
Days and years have passed
Black turned to grey
But awaiting heart is still young
With memories of your innocence
Dominated by an uncontrollable yearning
For a son's enduring affection
Come back to me my son
Before the burial of my eyes

— The End —