She is like window
That shall not allow
Any relation to effect
The existence with noble act

“To be dearest” was just a dream
It made ups and down in arm
Even thought it did hurt sentiments
It was brushed aside with no resentment

It was mind with open page
Complete freedom with no cage
It was free flow of thoughts
The ideas were never clashed or fought

I realizes it as human error
Where I could see my self in mirror
It reflected same ordinary man
Simple, loving and caring one

I need not go back
And venture into dark
What will it matter if stars twinkled?
And moon silently smiled

I am not sure whether will it burn?
My dark and ugly skin
Let there be no loss or win
As I was closely associated in

hasmukh amathalal

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