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| By Trisha Gupta |
Another day, met her but couldn't say,
again and again, the same mistake,
couldn't act but stare,
I hope she knows I care.
Sitting next to her, hoping to hold what's mine,
kiss her all the time.
Trying to get close all I could,
maybe I should,
listening to her I was stuck there,
feeling lucky to be in her sphere.
Dropping her home was all I could do,
held her hand like a fool.
As she stepped out I knew,
something within me is gone too.
-Himanshu Narang
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