Make a Final Meet
You are not near me
But your fragrance touch my nose
Your deep eyes not near me
But your light touch my soul
You are like a magical tale
Occupied place of heart
I go weaker while you appear
Beauty of heaven in my view
I am lost, stolen soul and heart
Saying me only your view vital
Your appear is uncertain
When you viewed when you hide
Tell me your proper address
I want to make a final meet
Copyright © Anurag Sharma | Year Posted 2017
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