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Swathi eruvaram Jun 2015
I am alone
I am idle
I have nothing to do
I have nothing else to think of
Rhymes fill my ears from a distance
Sounds startle me often
My neck aches looking at the clock above
I count each minute
I am as tired as the hand that goes around in it
60 more rounds to go
I wish I had a fast forward button to press
I just wait for you to appear
All alone at the playschool lobby

Come to me
Fill my empty hand with yours
Fill my barren heart with happiness
Fill my silent lips wih a smile
Fill my lonely soul with a hug

Come to me my baby

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