Final Wish
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It was not only soul’s meet
But with warm greetings too
We met and exchanged glance
I saw in it a golden chance
You were shying
And staying
On floor
With open door
I entered
As winds ushered me in
You were like heaven’s beauty
Only made for me by an almighty
How long shall I remain thirsty?
And get pictures daily
Now you are just before me
Inviting and relaxing totally free
I imagine sweet encounter
As you are ready to cater
Our final wish together
I simply surrender and offer
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