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A Time Awaited...


His smile remarks his strength,
But eyes speaks his grief.
A story longing to reach,
lies embedded in him.

His Visage is not one of those
special kinds,
But truly he has a force too,
positive on his side.

He isn't my love but a person,
with whom I daydream.
A beautiful bond of respect lies in between,
Keeping my soul attached to his.


without any madness. My love for him is endless,
This paper be a lot more patient,
and carry my legacy of depthness.

But I fear how far will it go.
would I be able to keep?
All that embedded in me
or will it be out leaving me in grief?
                                                         .........
                                 
                                                      -Nistha Goel

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