With every passing year
The affection grows
Our bonds gets stronger
As we grow wiser
People notice and wonder
If it's just a passing phase
They are unaware of our summers
Spent apart
Sometimes faraway
In a distant land
How unsure we are
If we will ever meet again
The words begin to pause
We have nothing to say
But each year the memory blends
and inextricably binds
yet it isolates.
Blessed is the day
that brought you in to this world
and painted my zone
with tiny dots of love
Living in an Unsafe World
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No, Don’t wish me ‘Happy New Year’ I am not in mood. There is nothing to
celebrate. You tell me to move on, things are not going to change.
How can I...
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