You said me once,
Twice, thrice, and
Many more times,
That I'm your
Lucky charm
But darling
You are mistaken
Though right,
I'm your fate, because
Just have a look
In your heart,
You will find
A red room
Full of love and
There will be a girl
On the door step
To welcome you inside,
And to walk
And shower
The happiness of
Whole 'shrusti' on you..
And that girl would be,
Your wife,
Your life,
Your rest,
Your luck,
Your friend,
Your charm
And
Your everything...
And
That girl,
That fate,
That luck
Would be only me,
And I would be only yours
Always…
-pleases accept me my love; promise I'll convert your life in happiness…
*shrusti=world
©Drashi P. Shah
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