Days are just passing,
with the leaves falling down from its branches
I write to you a lot many letters
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With the rising sun,
i wait for your look,
that you give me everyday,
i crawl, imagine, travel down the line,
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There are things which i can't tell you,
There are things which i can't say,
I have feelings inside me,
Which i can't convey,
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Its monsoon time,
pen and paper what i think,
i imagine myself waking up in the morning,
start my day with a small note
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I remember the last time you smiled,
I was walking down the road,
While i was listening to the birds,
I saw a glimpse of a beautiful creature,
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With the passing of days,
i pass each day as it is my last,
Like a poet i write,
To express what i have inside me, I want to see what my subconscious mind thinks about life,
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