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SURYAKANT MAJALKAR

Fantasy

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SURYAKANT MAJALKAR

Fantasy

She Loves Me

She Loves Me

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When I was alone for some reason

I don't know which was that season.


That morning was pretty silent

My heart beats slowly, the dream was elegant.


She knocks my door hardly thrice.

I saw from the pinhole, it was a surprise


The day before yesterday I proposed her love-rose

I thought she would accept it


But won't angry on me she closed matter

It's as of no use to do foolish chatter


I walked out from that place

Sunrise was pleasure moment

But sunset broke my heart


But what happened after that

She came to my house, 

It is a fact.


Surprisingly,

Happiness comes to my doorstep

Loneliness converted into friendliness.


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