With a sudden streak of hurry, the call to go has come
Somewhere far from here, leaving a lot of genuine charm
Memories don't fade away, thoughts perhaps fly
Pictures don't fade away, the frames turn into ply
Logical realities are beyond negotiations
While friends that we made become distant realisations
New places have their own attractions
But right now they are quite like refractions
Faith has to be without questions they say
A true believer always gets his way.
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