Without you, I am
incomplete,
the light of million
little ways, I see
in your
amiable face,
pulls me up,
high up
through the
sky...
Holding your hand,
I walk through
an endless journey,
never marked,
by time! ! !
Time indeed,
the time I spent
with you,
The time we
were holding
our hands &
the time you
wiped my
tears off.
Gazing at the
stars high up,
wished to be one,
there with you!
When in pain,
its you I call! ! !
My buddy,
can't you see,
its you I want...
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