Listen to me

Listen to me

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Poem on Love There are endless definitions of love given by poets and writers from time to time. Here in this book of poetry I have tried to define the love in few stanzas. Though no ones knows when one will feel love, but everything looks beautiful and fascinating under love's bower when we fall in love... Though love does not only means happiness and acceptance, it may be the pain and the suffering of being left alone. With 'Nandan3', I am completing this poetry. Nandan was one of my friend, rather he was the friend I adore the most during my school days whom I never met again after high school, but for he poems Nandan2 and Nandan3, the character is all imaginary and any resemblance to any person living is mere a coincidence. Photographs used are not mine, they belong to their owners. I have downloaded from the Internet.
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"What does it mean to love someone who doesn't love you back? To wait, to hope, to wonder if love can change the way the stars align?" This is not just a story,it's a journey. A raw, intimate recollection of love that bloomed in silence, of moments that lingered too long in the spaces between friendship and something more. It's about patience, about the ache of wanting, and the quiet magic of the unexpected. But this isn't a tragedy. This is a love story. A story of persistence, of quiet longing turned into something real;of two souls finding their way to each other against all odds. Some love stories are loud, written in fireworks and grand gestures. This one was whispered..written in stolen glances, unsaid words, and the kind of love that waits. If you've ever loved, lost, or wondered what it means to hold on-this is for you.

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