He was present,
in hollowness,
in frills of happiness
Just you didn't mind
his presence,
But he was present.
He was present
under the shroud of death,
inside the scent of flowers
Just you didn't mind
his presence,
But he was present.
He was present
around the lamp,
under the carpet
behind the curtains
in your LKG notebook
everywhere everytime . .
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