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The work stress was finally relieving me As i halted in the bus stop I could feel something unusual That's its not a day of routine Not because the drops patted my shoulders But there's something i could add to His eyes with magnetising property Didn't allow to change my vision The hair that got shuffled in air Must have once pulled by me The clean shave and rough lips Dragged me to touch it once Those hands which has a grace Forced me to get locked by it The way he held his bag Is the style familiar to me He is the man,here,beside me Making me feel,a weird feel As if there's a bond between us As if we spent a lifetime together A cab like a flash arrived Into which the man stepped in It went past a few yards By when he peeped out and threw a final look I'm not sure about incarnation-but I'm sure about one thing HE'S NOT JUST A PASSER-BY.....

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Date: 8/2/2012 6:13:00 AM
thanks doreen...
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Date: 7/27/2012 10:15:00 AM
I love this!! Excellent write...
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