“I know, One evening you will be gone Leaving behind the memories And those empty room’ walls. The presence will Always deceive The absence Takes the vacated seat Your toys will say the story May be the hidden secrets Reveal the untold story My entrance in the room won't bother you Your favorite cushion Becomes mine In the night that turned blue Your gifts my treasure I promise to take proper measures The day you go I'll be be free to make a mess With no fear of you scolding me😃 And that's what hurts me!!”☹️ - Pushkin Channan
Driven by the means to communicate.....