A long twelve-year,

But, still I remember,

Your curly hair.

Your nose,

Your smile,

And,

Eyes full of tears.

A long twelve-year,

But, still I remember,

Your pain,

Your passion,

And,

Your fear.

A long twelve-year,

But still I remember,

Your touch,

Your breath,

And,

Your desire.

A long twelve-year,

But, still I remember,

A knife in your finger.

Cake,

And,

The birthday in November.

But, unable to understand,

How you forgot everything,

In a night, dear .

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar