With the oceans of memories ,
she was standing on my grave...
missing my nonappearance,
wishing belated Birthday on her recurrence...
the air was propelling,
the time was fleeting...
But she was standing still,
In the hostile evening...
Asking for an another meeting.
But then all the doors are shut..
To whom I can\'t reply,
But I\'ll be endlessly in her remembrance...