No More Strangers
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No more strangers
No to sleep
As it keeps
Us away from reality
And closeness to an almighty
I was awake
And ready to take on
An opportunity
For security and stability
I approached her again
And tried to remain
Fair with promises
She too showed some readiness
But her answer was not coming
I was ready for welcoming
She was still taking time
I had dreamed it number of times
I hear knock on the door
Her steps are on floor
She is asking my permission to enter
Now I feel I am no more strangers
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