Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Feeling is the most understood word.
Yet it is the least spoken.
When you feel, you feel for an eternity.
Therefore feel free to express what you palpitate,
In the heart of your mind and soul,
Because the moment is just not any ones moll,
She will walk away,
And you will be left at bay,
Holding your feel,
In the minds of your eternal meet,
And gasping for a return,
Which never happens nor should ever come.
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