ritika vineeta Poems

Like one’s bountiful mother
There was an altruistic place,
Where my fancy adolescence,
Was carved into sophistication
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Will you hold my hand, if I reach to you?
Will you hear if I shall call?
Many a times we will be far away,
Will you miss my presence at all? ?
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You love, beyond any desire,
As you know what is hatred.
You give, beyond all measure,
As you haven’t got what you wanted.
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