Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Roshan Giri

I can still smell your wet hair
can still feel your shimmering skin
still hear the echoes of your laugh
see you at that door your smiling face. . . . .
miss you my boksi, the Queen of my heart. . .
I might not be that dashing
but you will be the most beautiful one
till my last breathe

I might not be that strong
... but I know how to use my mind
according to time and situation

I might not be that wealthy
but I know that love is the most valuable
which I have in abundance for you
till the end of my life. . . . .
To my boksi. . .

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