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Harshul Shah

Abstract


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Harshul Shah

Abstract


Goddess de Ma Vie

Goddess de Ma Vie

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So formal we were for

The first time we talked, 

That every time it happens, as it sounds. 

Such a happy soul you've been, 

So pleasant, so quiet, so serene. 


Blessed you are as 'laughing buddha reborn', 

Far removed from emotions of dawn. 

For when the letters bloomed to 'friends', 

I got to know about your varying trends. 

You shared a secret, I broke your trust, 

And then I realized betrayal in the crust. 


Came the breakthrough, it all changed for the better, 

We must both thank that cunning well-wisher. 

We talked and talked all the rubbish we could, 

For you had become the one, to uplift my mood. 

I felt like I could share thoughts with you, 

The outcome was certain, assumption turned true. 


Soon I sensed for angel's heart for sorrow, 

I wished to god if some I could borrow. 

But then somewhere a doubt was there, 

"was it really you of what you share? "

This stayed for long, 

The feeling was strong, 

Neglected all of it believing all to be wrong. 


For then I thought to give it a test, 

Not realizing it would break down the nest. 

For that was the day felt 

The true vibes of 'sorry'. 

Now you had boarded my 'people's sphere', 

Added one to be someone for whom I care. 


I would tell you things of which, 

My family was unaware, 

As now it was that 'blind trust' there. 

For the time when I would feel too stressed, 

You'd been the tranquilizer to my peaceful rest. 

You let me talk, you let me speak, 

I lay amazed to measure your patience's peak. 


You are the first to know me to compete, 

To know me inside out, 

"believe me, this statement has no speck of doubt".

I fail to believe how these qualities endure, 

Your heart so clean, your feelings so pure. 


Because of you, by my name I live, 

I owe you a lot but have nothing to give. 

Induction by you of positivity in me, 

For that's why I call you

'Goddess de ma vie'. 


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