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The Holding On

By Suryam Mittal


Waiting for you is not a problem for me,

Knowing that you are not going to come and still waiting, is a problem of me.

Silly me, I think of you and for you day and night, 

Trying to solve all the chaos, Leaving myself behind.

In my world, I am blamed for every wrangle in all,

It's not good that you assume that, I am always at fault after all.

Hoping that you may come again and things, will become same again,

That hope on which I am alive, 

Please don't go far away and take my life.

I know things are not same between us,

But there is a good saying that, time heals everything and will heal us.

I hope that someday, love between us will bloom again,

Trust that time will heal us and our life will be joyful again.


By Suryam Mittal


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