My Dear
My dear
Your great smile looks like a shine of white marble in the ground Name by the magic memories of Taj Mahal
I am not a king nope a heart like them to proof my love to you but how I miss you in a time of my life is not can be Judge by any one
My dear when I need the hands of you I gets nothing by the silence without a word but
My emotions get die infront of our distance with out a word
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
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