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Yet To Propose !
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English Poetry |
These days I could feel,
the flying position
of my heel !
Couldn’t stop talking about you,
my dude;even without
having my food !
Everyday made plans to meet,
by tying wheels
on my feet !
Always had a hope,
to evince my emotion;
but couldn’t cope !
Even vapour of the coffee,
which I had in cafe;
went up to the clouds,
to propose its love !
While coming down as rain,
without knowing my pain,
its kidding on my vain;
for not uttering to You,
My Love !!!
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