It is very strange of love Condition,
never get peace And,
Neither do we get the agreement,
Just waiting for them Many months pass,
And, Somewhere in the year...
He cried a lot by turning his face, Perhaps, they will have some compulsion,
Those who broke hearts and cried,
put it in front of me,
Pieces of my picture Found out,
behind me, Joining them cried...
Come on,
leave it all The message is just an excuse,
just to remind you,
You remember or don't.
Never mind... But miss you so much That's all I have to tell you....
बबBy- Rinku Virat
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