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Mar 20
I'm in a Gradual Grip,
Of a Lovely Mystique.
How just a Glance of him,
Makes me skip a Beat.
A rare feeling I possess:
Divine is it's sense.
The Smile passed to me,
I forever urge to see.
Wish to stop the Time,
If it could be.
In this hopeless world,
A light I can witness.
I'm not a Romantic Person
But he filled Love inside me!!

© Biswarupa Purkayastha.
BisWarupa Purkayastha
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BisWarupa Purkayastha  21/F/India
(21/F/India)   
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