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Her glance
May be she was like a medicine to me,
or let's call her a relief to my pain,
I was going through one of my important test ,
when she passed by my side.
That one moment, I still remember,
it was like a gentle blow of air,
which was saying to me ,
"my love calm down, everything will be ok".
How can I expect myself to calm down, when there was someone to excite me.
For an instance I was lost somewhere,
somewhere where I wish to go time and again.
With someone who can hold my hand,
and narrat me her every stories of childhood,
With no expectations and greeds ,
getting lost in time with me.
All I could see was her face,
and even in that huge mass of people,
all I could listen was her talks ,
sweet voice with lips getting up and down.
She was sitting diagonally far from me, but who cares,
Just to look at her everytime,
I used to put all other works beside.
But neither I uttered a word nor did she,
It all ended with the exchange of glance,
With some curves on face,
some remembrance in heart.
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