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Abhinav
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Embellish me with festoons
for the last and final time;
for there stands my bride...
With a bucket of fishes in one hand,
he turned his head for a thousandth time
to the vast sea touching the horizon
but could only feel serenity sublime....
Somehow I couldn’t
keep track of the needles
it had left me far behind
or had it not?....
This is actually a song that i wrote, but i thought posting it here wont be bad idea after after all
You left me forsaken
Like an empty ship on the coast...
A son turns to his father one day,
with his face all filled with joy
hesitant yet smiling he says,
‘Can I buy that toy?’...
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