She will be even more beautiful,
Heavier will be her eyelids,
Eager will be men for her body.
Would she even miss me,
I** am not aware about it,
Longer this time spent,
Lot she will try to forget.
Ringing bells of her heart,
Every time she will bathe,
Pouring water from the shower,
Early tears will get veiled,
No memories get subsided,
Time spent she will recall.
My HP Poem #1349
©Atul Kaushal