Years

Years pass, 

But memory stays, 

Some people go away from the country

Of contact list of the mobile, 

But they stay in the city of my mind

Where I go everyday

To meet. 

You never talk with me, 

I fail to stop you

Though I wish. 

I fail to convey that how much

I miss you. 

Life craves for you;

writes poetry, 

Awaits you

For to take you again

To the country of contact list of the heart

Where 

To my call

You can stop for a moment

To say 

That you only belong to me

Not for this birth

But for other every birth.