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    Even if I would suffer from amnesia,
    I won't forget the touch of your fingertips ever.
    Your voice will still beats my eardrums on a repeat mode,
    20 years from now,
    I would walk down to you,
    As if you were the only home,
    I Wished to grow old in.

    You were ended up with someone new,
    Like you always told me that one day you would do.
    I have been waiting for you with lillies in my hand,
    Cause I have scribbled it on the last letter I wrote to you.
    20 years from now,
    I would let you read all the poetries,
    That I penned down after you left me with your million hues.

    It would be hard to take this arrow,
    That you are having someone's else last name.
    But, less than that we are not anymore the same.
    20 years from now,
    No matter If I would be an asthma patient,
    I would still let you rest your head over my chest,
    And with wrinkled lips kiss your forehead,
    Like old lovers do.

    With only ruins left,
    I would talk about all those unfinished lines I said to you.
    With wrinkled lips uttering your name with spark in my eyes,
    I would hope you put your lipbalm on them.
    20 years from now,
    I would still ask you the same question,
    By gulping down all the pain inside.

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    20 years from now

    ... I would let you read all the poetries,
    That I penned down after you left me with your million hues...

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    - Rahul Saha
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