Matter For

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Matter for She entered room slowly With smile but shyly She was in her blossom With red cheeks and boom I really got fascinated At her look and got excited We were in love and had contact It was first time to realize and act I had barbaric tendency So had fancy For lovely girls She was now under grip and control The dim light gave her no alarm That I am going to harm She was in her real dream Not knowing what was I looking in her teen I pounced upon her like wild cat She was not afraid but looked at In disbelief and not objected I did hell for her settled God, forbid me for disclosing I was simply losing her I did not see her thereafter For me it was matter for laughter

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