'Tis not happiness that i do ask,
'Tis thy togetherness in which I want to bask,
Thou may think I forgot to remember you long back,
Should I tell thee how do I carry this flak.
Thou may think , for me; you shan't think 'bout,
Though 'tis thee endlessly in my thought,
Always forming a dreamy clout,
Thy art the desire of my heart sans a doubt.
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