Booked him
The day I understood
And from childhood
I longed
To love you from neighborhood
I looked at shy boy
Who looked like toy?
Very handsome and brilliant
And liked at each moment
I was dreaming his company
But told nobody
Weaved happy dream alone
And remembered each moment that had gone with him
He too exchanged stare
But never dared
To speak and look
But I booked him in my heart
Love story is love story
That takes birth very early
You are remaining silent for its taking place
And always bear smile when you see his face
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