ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴩᴀ'ꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ

The ticking stopped,

They said,

The day you went away.

But in my memory,

I still hear it's steady beat.

A silver case,

worn smooth with years you spent.

A silent promise whispering;

Time keeps moving,

even when you grieve.

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Fathima Shahana. V. P

Malappuram