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Nov 2018
SHE
I used to call myself a writer
then,
she came and taught me
"How to hold a pen
correctly."

I thought of myself as a singer
then,
her melodious voice enlightened me
"How to listen to the symphony of
your own heart."

I called myself a dancer
then,
her passion for dance instructed me
"How to sway your body with the
music that your heartbeat sings."

I dared to call myself a lover
then,
her unconditional love solemnly
educated me
"How to love someone affectionately
even staying miles away from each other,
even when you can't see each other
every day."
I have been doing everything so wrong then, she came into my life and changed the perspective of looking at this world...
Udit Vashishth
Written by
Udit Vashishth  24/M/New Delhi, India
(24/M/New Delhi, India)   
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