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Some roses just dried up in your wait,
The sunrises asked your address
And asked for your voice, sunset
How should I assert that the star has vanished,
After which my 'love' got banished....
You don't know that how much drenched
Is my pillow,
I have yet preserved your letters,
Though the pages turned yellow !
You were my first love,
I wanted to make you my wife,
But after you have whisked so,
Your hurting memories are my life !
Your white kurta which resembled the moon,
Your golden face, which embarrassed the overhead noon,
Touch of your soft fingers,
Yet lingers,
My shoulders miss their holding of your,
My eyes search the smile which was every melancholy's cure
Your eyes, the first flickering contact of them to mine,
Made me taste the mad love's wine,
The elusive evenings when,
The sky was to be ascended by moon,
And you importuned to get back soon,
I used to block your lips withal holding your waist,
This is when I got to know, how does the love taste !
You used to blu
The sunrises asked your address
And asked for your voice, sunset
How should I assert that the star has vanished,
After which my 'love' got banished....
You don't know that how much drenched
Is my pillow,
I have yet preserved your letters,
Though the pages turned yellow !
You were my first love,
I wanted to make you my wife,
But after you have whisked so,
Your hurting memories are my life !
Your white kurta which resembled the moon,
Your golden face, which embarrassed the overhead noon,
Touch of your soft fingers,
Yet lingers,
My shoulders miss their holding of your,
My eyes search the smile which was every melancholy's cure
Your eyes, the first flickering contact of them to mine,
Made me taste the mad love's wine,
The elusive evenings when,
The sky was to be ascended by moon,
And you importuned to get back soon,
I used to block your lips withal holding your waist,
This is when I got to know, how does the love taste !
You used to blu
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