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Apr 9
You
You

I waited
for long time.
Speak,
My hope will
End.

An SMS
changes clime,
Weak.
When you will
Send?

Nothing
I asked for.
Offer
Some bliss
To me.

I desired
Not a life nor
Glamor.
You just miss
Me.

Once
You become
Plaintive
And express
Heart.

Tell
Felt some
Sensitive
And confess
Part.
Β 
Let
The heart leap,
Knowing
Your aptitude,
Stance.

Β Let
The heart keep
Singing,
And in solitude
Dance.

S. Bharat
S Bharat
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S Bharat
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