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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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The heart daily
Sunday,1st September 2019
I read it on the wall
when it becomes imminent for the fall
I guess and think
but it makes me sink
I become sad
and get
some moments of loneliness
the sadness rushes on the face
why does it force me?
to think of you,
and feel as if something is lost!
it troubles me most
you are now my special entity
and occupies the heart daily
I think of no one but only you
with only one face to view
I find no words
the mind stops
thinking any further
and grips the fear
Hasmukh Mehta
Courtesy: Artist.Com
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