perhaps you forgot...

Perhaps you left as you forgot
A picture of yours on me soft...
A picture of you with peacocks laced
On your bluish green saree, with which you dressed...

But if you were to forget
Why you a picture on me such a way left?
Your picture so charms filled
Your picture which got me killed?

Still...this picture so silently left
On my window...me forever cleft
I go back to you
Move forward the next
With your picture I love braced...
Your picture serves as the simple memory chip
Taking me often to you there asleep!