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Screensavers Change

People have asked me
Who is this that I have on my screens?
My phone has her and my tab too.
I tell them that you are the one that got away.
The one that i could never get over with.

Screensavers change, they say.
And I agree with them...
Thank God I have enough photos of you.
All my devices are full of you.

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  1. LaunnaApril 17, 2014 at 4:14 AM

    Awe Rajesh... this is a lovely poem... I held on to the screen saver for a really long time too... I finally chose another one but it didn't change me thinking about him... :/

    Thank you so much for your really nice comment on my blog :)

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  2. Loredana DonovanApril 18, 2014 at 9:43 AM

    Screensavers change but memories last forever ... a lovely write, Rajesh. I'm back, thanks for checking on me :)

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  3. dahi.April 19, 2014 at 5:20 AM

    this is so cute ... thank you for sharing. i love this poem. it's modern romance <3

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  4. Poet LaundryApril 23, 2014 at 10:12 PM

    aww...the one that got away, i can sense the heartache...maybe love will spring anew...

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  5. ZebaMay 10, 2014 at 3:05 AM

    Beautiful. Sigh.

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  6. LaunnaMay 21, 2014 at 3:44 PM

    Rajesh... I had to drop by and thank you for understanding what I was trying to say in my last post... most people didn't get it. Thank you ;-)

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