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Stranger







Stranger!

Trembling were his hands, quivering were his lips.
Gazing were his eyes jotting many scripts!

He moved gently and rested his hand on the pillar ..
Oblivious to both the worlds outside and inner!

The pillar , was a witness to those beautiful moments.
It opened her heart and left rules to lament!

Sowing was he seeds of love this handsome granger.
Changing was he ,the definition of the word stranger!

Was it a moment of truth or was it a jiff of deceit ?
No,it was a mask that engaged their minds,
And soon set their hearts free to beat,!
And soon set their hearts free to beat,!

Maneesha Purandare
WGC
10.01.19
12.30 am
















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