When she smiled ,
she was just like a child,
and for me it was the best find,
a million miles just to see her smile..
In deep dark evenings Dreams like winters pass,
deep within comes silent hush,
that vents the dreams and a obsessed fast,
as every passing wind whizzes past.
With love so pure as thrist,
with a heart that is aching to rust,
with deep love and not just lust,
a wish to see her come back..for atleast once she must.
=============================uddalak banerjee
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