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Melody forever

 For fifty years, you were my dawn,

And five long years, I walked alone.

Each step on earth, a silent prayer…

To find you waiting for me here.

And now I see you in this light…

Same gentle eyes, so warm, so bright.

In crimson silk, with bindi red…

Just like the day we two were wed.

My hands still shake, my voice is weak…

I search for words I cannot speak.

Five years without your loving touch…

My heart has missed you, oh so much.

She wipes the tear that leaves my eye…

"My love, don't stand there asking why.

I dressed for you, I knew you'd come…

For fifty years, you were my home."

"And now no death, no goodbye pain…

We're in each other's arms again."

She holds him close, he breaks inside…

The lover and his eternal bride.

-Jairam Kshirasagar 

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