The Dear Sky

Dear 10 of Blue,
Whenever every page of book, I turn over;
......I feel ,I'm a grown up seed,
Grab a mini stone to major...!
At the eleventh hour, I realised
I'm at sixes and sevens.
You here say to me try and try
My Dear B.T.Y.


Dear 17 of Blue,
When I see up in you,
I feel to stare in you like a stuck glue;
Nostalgic in memories of few
Ramble on continuously
You say to me again try and try,
My Dear B.T.Y

Gosinto Basumatary
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