Still remains fresh
Though it was short lived,
Like the December morning mist
That disappeared quickly
As the sun rose in the horizon
The tenderness of your touch
is like an early morning fog.
I still feel it in my dream
that helping me live till date
and I find no words to express.
My dear girl, you are gone
But you linger in me
with your last parting smile
giving the freshness in me
like the early morning mist
that I look forward every day
