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Jun 2013
In The Morning
Reads my morning wish,
In her smart-cell phone,
She wakes up on time,
& brushes her teeth,
Starts her routine.

In The Day
She listens my afternoon wish,
She teaches herself biology,
Gladly smiling to herself,
Wishes the same to me.

In The Evening
She rings me up and we talk,
She and I walk as we talk,
Over call on cellphones.

In The Night
She takes my call saying good night,
She then sleeps imagining me by her side.

The Next Morning**
We repeat the cycle.
My HP Poem #326
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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