When I realise,
I have lost a day.
I regret not of losing,
But not of writing about you.
There is something in you,
Which is so much incomplete,
In me and my writings,
Whenever I want to express.
Well, It's not that easy,
Writing my heart for you,
I believe, I can rather,
Count the stars in sky,
But not your love, which is so high.
Dated: 19/09/2016
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