On turnout, a bliss comes from core.
I'm a fond of this and want it little more.
The one who gone, whom I kept
Ahh! Still lives in my heart's depth.
By just imagine her I lose sight of my all pain,
If God willing, we'll meet again.
She is the Queen of my heart I found
Coz she cures my every wound.
But one thing wounds a lot,
Is our bond form again or not?...
-ShiV
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