I loved you, but could not express it, I love you,
I love you so much.
Thought I, had you refused, what would it have,
Would you accepted it not,
Thinking it, I did not say, I love you.
I loved you, but could not say, I love you
As say they shamelessly,
Without feeling in.
But my love is Indian love,
I do not how do they the Americans and the British express it,
How do other Europeans?
If to give a flower to a young girl is taken badly
And the giver may be question,
Why did you in conservative societies?
I am not talking about changing Indians,
The metropolitan cities and town culture.
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