Rasna Malathari

  6TH MAY

7:20, You're Not Here
Should I Wait, Should I Not?

I Felt An Energetic Pull To My Left
There You Are, Wearing Dark Green

You Were Approaching Me, I Could Not Help But Stare At You.
We Met, But Could Not Mutter A Word To Each Other 

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I kept My Distance By Not Being In Your Presence
Universe Has A Way Of Conspiring Things
We End Up Seeing Each Other, Still This Magnetic Pull

You've Recognised Me By My Voice, My Heart Trembles
Our Eyes Met, You Held It This Time
For The First Time, I Let My Guard Down.



  





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