No matter how far you are
Or, how long it has been
You never forget what it felt like
To have smiled and shared deep within
It didn’t matter and it never could
If she was a fairy tale or a devious angel
Only if, it were possible, I certain would
Knowing the end is certainly not well
I tried to run far away from me
But destiny just took twists and turns
Only to put me where it all began
And ended with ashes after the burns
May be the phoenix was lucky
For sometimes even the ashes could burn
And while we profess an end only to give hope
Eternally burning ash might just be the "dope"
---Sriram
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