To love is to miss..

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No matter how many times we met, the urge to meet again was left like a thirst..pricking in my throat like a thorn and each time..got connected..it lasted long enough but was never fulfilling couldn’t be more..why was it less? There were many others, but they never bothered..Then why you..why did my close eyes see..you smiling..why did you walk in front of me..stood calling..why your words danced and teased me..till I smiled..why did you come to me, with morning light..Now..I miss you every night..I crave for the magic..in your eyes..I want to hear your voice again..how I miss you..I love you in vain.

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