Last morning,
When she was smiling,
Smiling through the air,
Amid life's unfair.
I clicked a photograph,
When her eyes were sharp.
Even with deadly diseases,
She spoke with ease.
this photograph a Kohinoor stone,
A never-ending song's tone.
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Author:
bindeshkumarjha (
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