For the moment
I saw her first,
In memories of her mother
Those never bother
Any other
She sprinkled
Some droplets Of love
Which she gets
In my memories
She who gave me
The gift
The gift that lifted me
In The life
She has withdrawn
With her memories
14 Jul
My desert which is always green 
Posted by Ritwik Banerjee on July 14, 2007 at 8:20 am
That’s a cute poem! 🙂
Posted by allirekha on July 15, 2007 at 4:40 am
May be because someone cute is reading 😉
Anyways thanks for ur commment…..;-)
Posted by Ritwik Banerjee on July 15, 2007 at 7:45 am
Lol . . . . I am flattered!
By the way, I noticed that whenever you comment, the link from your name (ie, if I click on allirekha is http:/// . . . which, of course, is not your blog!
Posted by allirekha on July 16, 2007 at 11:44 am
I dont know y that happened so…..anyway will check the next time I cooment in ur blog 😉
Posted by ravindranathan on September 8, 2007 at 7:34 am
You are noticed,never think that writin is in vain
Posted by allirekha on September 8, 2007 at 7:40 am
OFcourse, thats not at all written in vain, thats really for her memory..whom i always wish to be, but never can be..bt still she is within me :)…..my words wont ever be stilled when i talk about her nor my feelings… 🙂