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Varsha Madhulika

Drama

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Varsha Madhulika

Drama

The Most Beautiful Gift

The Most Beautiful Gift

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Over time

Filthiness polluted the mind

Crooked crafted pit hole

Cheat stole all that was gold.


Finding a breath of life

Amidst this dingy nerd

Was next to impossible.


Openly I gave to the challenge

Convinced that history repeats

And darkness rule

I happen to walk on him.


Simple and formal was the intro

But crooning was his coo

Mesmerizing me in its melody

Until I realize I lost my heart to the guy.


Practicality was his type

Painting me for the nice

Melting each inch of me

Carving to a beauty divine.


Change such meticulous

Never I ever dreamt

But the temple of mine

Submitted to him complete.


His very presence is best

My soul rested on his vest

Assured safe in his hand

I lay carefree by his side.


Love is what blooms prime

But only on soil that knows to give

The secret of love is not so difficult

For it's all about forgiving and forget.



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