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Feb 6
I didn't noticed the wrinkles on your face.
I didn't realized how old have you gotten.
I didn't understood that your childish behavior was only need for attention.
I wanted to love you more.
I wanted to hear you more.
I long to hold your hand & wish to see your smiling face.
I miss you every time I visit home.
Your empty bed.
Your clothes with your scent.
Your vacant room.
Always make my heart ache.
I love you daadi.
Jaspal Kaur
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Jaspal Kaur  F/Mumbai
(F/Mumbai)   
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