The Wait!

Anxiously gripping her fingers tight
She looked at the morning sunlight
Dress in flowered dress of white
She waited for the moment with all her might

Believing that she was not surely late
Her eyes were locked towards the gate

Wishing for the gaze which made her smile
Forgetting everything around for a while
She didn’t care to even to look behind

It took a nano for her to realize
That she had that gaze with her just besides
Looking into it her heart gleamed
They could not help as they beamed.

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Kasturi
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Beautiful one, Ragini 🙂

Meghana Joshi
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Lovely lines!

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