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Amita Singh


On A Day Like Today


On a rainy day like today it's you who I miss
On a day like today I wish we could kiss
A kiss and some drops of water
Your arms, your eyes and whatever

On a day like today I want to dance in these rains
To the music of your love
On a day like today it's not like everyday
On a day like today I have lost my way

Not because its dark and cloudy
But coz you are not here to say
Come hold my hand
And you are all safe

On a day like today
I am waiting for night
Coz day was dark and night will be bright
You will brighten it with your smile and shower of your love
On a rainy day like today I can't wait for the night

Submitted: Friday, July 08, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 08, 2011

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