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Unforgettable
Of yore, I planted a glimpse of story,
now grasp the ground bitterly.
Out of unexpressed vast & boundless deep hold secretly,
The hunger of desire to hold on someone grows endlessly.

All I know is the language of love,
With all my heavy secrets.
In the very prison walls,
Walking my soul in pain,
with glory on my face,
Carrying a smile full of scars.

Myriad of season passes,
All is not lost, immortal love & unconquerable whill,
Learnt in a hard way that reality forbids the delusional thoughts and fantasies.

We're the rarest soul,
Night passes, all we remember is the beauty of silence we hold.
Slowly over the breathe
Seeking for peace,
Counting on millions of emotion & cost of love we fail to receive. © Rinki bhardwaj