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Apr 2015
Sometimes I feel to call her,
To make all the talks done together.
But when I think her mood may not be fine
Because of any fault of mine
Then I force myself not to call her
As I'm nothing for her.
Deep inside I feel deep sorrow
And again make plan to call her tomorrow.
Tomorrows never come,
I feel lonely like a solitary farmer in a huge farm.
Then she called me!
Srijita Gupta
Written by
Srijita Gupta  Kolkata, India
(Kolkata, India)   
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