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By Medha Mishra

The ‘you’ I saw

The you I wish for

You that I compare to the sweet spring day The you that I long to meet someday

Do you also burn for me as much as I do? Do you look at the moon and imagine me too?

Do you?

Do you quest to shape love with someone? And when I say I believe in Love am I the only one?

Am I?

By Medha Mishra

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