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 To play passably...no big was the lawn.... Hardly did it matter  be it dusk or the dawn... The skills of our tiny hands amazes me till date .... for they weaved a bond of everlasting love and  all thanks to my fate ... When I let my heart to open the box full of Memories  I no longer long anything but for our same old stories.... The bruises of this brutal world are suddenly dwarfed...   Come what what may, our love can't be morphed.... As we traverse together from childhood to this day.... My eyes melts into teardrops.... No surprises, this thread just just refuses to fray..... Love ful fights and hateful care are still our constants... That they dries up all your sorrows  Wish my prayers are bestowed with just enough strength....                                                 Amita Joshi

You put her to test .... She could pull but she rather failed.... She prayed for you ... for this is all she could do..... She isn't skilled ... not as polished as you....... Enveloped by her divinity safe u r For whatever she could do  She did that and a half..... She fought with the destiny largely head on Making peace with the life so that it just goes on... Scarred by the circumstances was her soul But that was her team and nothing else all..... The tears in her eyes could never see the drought For she couldn't speak past the lump in her throat... Jostling through her smiles the pain takes the edge God....how helpless she is standing at this ledge .. Being a single mom,she took double the pain Also ..she deserves double  the happiness which will barely be some gain....                                                           ...