By Amirtha Sreya S
The gaze of your eyes, I long for;
The sound of your voice, I call upon.
The smile on my lip I recall;
My thudding heart as I walked across.
Breathing sound into my soul,
Filling symphonies until we turn hoarse.
Every heart has a melody,
But same is mine and yours.
5 weeks and 3 days I have not caught,
The breeze nestling in your hair,
The world making us it’s focus; and
The flutter of your eye
As you stare;
Into mine.
By Amirtha Sreya S
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