I don’t
know when I knew that I actually exist.
Some
blurred memories, some vintage images,
Black
and white people in those torn pages.
But
I remember, when I did cry
Outside
a store, looking at the toy.
Hearing
senses will be weaker with passing time
But
I will still remember those nursery rhymes,
Sharing
tiffin with friends under the tree,
Swings
and slides, and games time free.
I
will see this flashback when I will see nothing more,
I
would like to live my existence.
Can
I live it once more?
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