.
.
.
I'm counting the days,
As they pass by,
Waiting for someone,
To come,
I'm starting to think,
God hasn't made anyone for me,
I think,
He forgot,
I exist.
Maybe,
He didn't.
I see,
Someone is approaching me,
Slowly and steadily,
Though,
I can't see his face,
But I know he is coming for me,
Maybe,
God has made someone for me,
It may take some time,
But,
When the time is right,
And nothing could go wrong,
I'll meet him,
In the woods,
When the rain is blessings us,
The winds are blowing,
The leaves are whistling,
I'll meet him,
So,
For now,
I'll wait,
For him.
.
.
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-Krishna Parmar
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