I
'Ve no address of him
'Ve no idea where he resides
've no clue what he is doing
What is his position on planet
I
Didn't note down
Language of his looks
Or movements of lips
First evening, have no photo copy
Still
My heart building up a hut
Inside me there i breathe
but cannot touch
Long half life senses of being me
Lived there and determined
To live rest of the life
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