Fragrance of memories
Everyone walks around earring the fragrance of memories
There may some dried rose in every old book
There are cherished stories
There are found and unfound parts
There are so many old , hidden dreams in the eyes
The chains of the society includes
the line at the hands and even the fate
But they have suffered innumerable
Need not to call anybody as already rejected with hesitation
No name on the lips , desperate to come
That love was lovely,the one whom your heart was created by God.it is the best of all
A slow smile, remembering her,I swear there is no answer for her
