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A picture pasted aboard your walls said ‘I can, but I won’t, which described a cute slumbering little dog.

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Another autumn, one more spring and an icy winter may refrigerate out your memories in some unknown edges of our minds…

But… but… dear Mouna, the flash of thought,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that you ambition not be? with us, bubbles out a piece of cry,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and I cant assist the drops coiling down on my cheeks.

1:40 am in the morn was so early for the morning birds to start singing. But swaying the wings and singing a solemn tune,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you flew away to the mundane horizon, leaving after heart-full of memories and a handful of your dearest belongings.

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To You My Dear Friend Mouna Ganguly
For you dear friend…

Let me, for a meantime, call.
Dear friend,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], we have naught to offer you for you command goodbye always, yet these chips of prayers and few drips of tears.
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What words should I talk out to console the sobbing ones? What way ought I clutch back my tears?
Let our prayers be the bridge till paradise for your soul to travel through,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], safely.

Time, the healer of entire the wounds, may wipe away the tears from the eyes of your darling ones…
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I attempt to grant the nameless formulas of ‘Time’ and dim theories of ‘Fate’. But still…the thought echoes within me that ‘it could have avoided’, alternatively by fewest could be postponed for few more years till you grow antique and obtain relieved from the liabilities to the earth.

Saneesh Michael
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Rose buds are to be bloomed, not to be fallen ahead the petals are scatter out. But friend… the bloom of your life couldn’t blossom as the blind and stone-hearted destiny has beaten it down to the soil.
You accepted a world where colors are more chromatic than this world. You deserved a world where nightmares are sweeter than the globe; also you preferred a world where tunes are so lyric than this universe.
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Let our tears silence down the oceans in which the vessel of your psyche may travel via, till you reach the heavenly abode.
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The upcoming summer rain may wash out the bloodstain from the smudge where you have surrendered yourself to the ‘His Highness’, Death…

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And… and … let these drops of tears be the petals I offer at your feet as the character of my dolor,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my adore and my agree; that even although decease has erected frontiers surrounded as,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you still live in our memories forever and ever.
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Hey naughty one… immediately you sleep. Closing the eyes and holding the laugh.