What if she isn’t here,
Still I can hear her,
From the distance of past,
I still see that cast.
Am sure she isn’t happy,
Nor the one who is writing happy.
It was a rare damn it,
It was so difficult to have it.
It’s tearful to accept,
That she is ignoring,
It is so unbelievable,
That am still caring.
Maybe I can only write,
And not have her.
Maybe I can only love,
And get nothing in return.
If it was not for name sake,
Then surely you will return for my sake.
If it was for name sake,
Then you better remain as for name sake.
Dedicated to the Mystery Girl.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 9/7/2019
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