Holding my hands
You are taking me
To the place where
You are, my dear.
And where you are not
I am asking you, my dear,
And you are remaining silent,
I got my answer, clear.
I found no use of my caste
My color, my creed, my religion,
And also my knowledge and my
Qualification, my dear, and
You have seen and felt my love
Only love and nothing but love here.
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