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Hetu Chauhan Poem
I want you,
To be a drop of water,
From those dreamy clouds
Falling apart,
Through this cold cold air,
Fastening on its path,
Dropping on my expensive specs,
Making it's way down to the frame,
Almost a minute it must take,
Before it slides on my cheeks,
It's size almost halved,
And when it ends itself evaporating,
I want you!
Copyright © Hetu Chauhan | Year Posted 2020
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