My heart goes on pumping your feelings through my nerves which make me live.....
You often create a whirlpool of thoughts in which i get drowned..
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Happy was i, to pursue the dreams my father had for me....
Little was i then, for the world i knew was my sweet little home..
I grew a little more & so did my world..
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My Love
My heart goes on pumping your feelings through my nerves which make me live.....
You often create a whirlpool of thoughts in which i get drowned..
At times, You appear like a lightening brightening up my confused mind
I often fear if the selfish society comes between us two...
Like a soul lost in a desert, i search for you with everything i have..
Who are you my love.....?
Not a gal...but my ambition