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M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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You made me to weep As I was unable to keep Your long absence As missed chance Why is that so similar? Your heart beats are regular I hear its push beat by beat My heart too rushes to greet I fear of loud sound When clashes occur with clouds I get mesmerized with lightening My ire against you is softening I remember first meet We had forgotten how to greet It was mad rush of river water Whole of silence course was altered You were laid beside To whisper and confide I had lots of sea waves To see in your bright eyes Your presence was for sure I felt it with immense pleasure You where no where but near I slowly whispered”O my dear” My love echoes in your brain That speaks of no pain You surrender and silently remain It reciprocated with language plain

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