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By Ekta Pandey


There’s a guy I know,

 Like the wind, he lingers unseen,

 always there, a silent dream.


He carries the grief, the joy, the hopes untold, 

A silent bearer of stories bold.

His whispers sound like the soft rustling of leaves,

 and his touch feels like a soothing dream.


His light-woven veil holds the luminescence of a summer's eve, And his smile, a sunbeam's golden gleam.

He smells like the first rain, fresh and divine,

 A hidden cloud in my heart's skyline.


The one I wish would always stay,

 A silent promise that won't decay.

And when he's near, the world stops seething, 

every breath feels worth breathing.


By Ekta Pandey

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