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May 2017
Every moment of lifeless life
that I lived without her,
My own existence doubted me,
If I am alive or I've died.
You can't even conceive of
how I carried myself;
Just giving myself hope for love,
the love rains on the burning heart,
And ends all of my sufferings.
Soon it felt like the Gods have heard,
They had heard my afflict shriek.
The Women who held the lamp of love,
Came to me to end my tenebrous nights.
Her presence made the time pass away,
Like the waterfall from the milky heaven.
Her presence had made me realized,
Of the fact that I possessed a Heart.  
My emotions started blooming out,
like the spring rising from dead winter.
Her heavenly reflection moves my soul,
She is the epitome of magnificence.
I wish that time will come soon,
when she will be able to see in me.
Both of us wrapped in each others arms,
That the way want ourselves to be.
Love and Poetry is itself a religion.
I am sure you follow that too.
Pratham Sharma
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Pratham Sharma  23/M/Canada
(23/M/Canada)   
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