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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Remambrance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s my sister’s birthday today, <br>She left us three decades away.<br>We watched her lying on her hospital bed, <br>And slowly right before our eyes she was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her face looked serene and free of pain, <br>Though it was drawn and drained.<br>The memory of her last breath, <br>As she slipped into the arms of death, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">After so many years still fresh in my mind.<br>She was so vivacious, gentle and kind.<br>I feel it was only yesterday<br>When in the morning, on our way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the school in a cycle rickshaw, <br>We would play pranks unmindful of who saw..<br>Though we had lots of tiffs and fights<br>We normally made up by the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We shared and, talked about our first crush, <br>I still remember how she blushed.<br>As she told me about a guy<br>Who made her happy she felt like to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has been gone for so long<br>I still wonder what went wrong<br>Does time really heal? <br>Is it enough to live on memories? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody can take her place<br>I still remember her beautiful face<br>The secrets we shared at midnight, <br>And our light banter and pillow fights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At times I feel wistful<br>Wouldn’t it have been beautiful? <br>Reminiscing about our childhood, <br>Our fights, midnight feasts and moods</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am still overcome with nostalgia and grief, <br>Am glad had her, though her sojourn was brief.<br>filial love and bond is one of a kind<br>that sort of camaraderie is rare to find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she is stiil twenty something in my mind's eye<br>young, spirited, with a zest for life - my best ally.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>25.09.08<br>Mamta</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q>
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She left us three decades away.
We watched her lying on her hospital bed, 
And slowly right before our eyes she was dead.

Her face looked serene and free of pain, 
Though it was drawn and drained.
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