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Saryu Parikh

Romance

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Saryu Parikh

Romance

Fantasy

Fantasy

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Once upon a time, had a curious relation,

 Long love,  hate,  and choppy elation.

Gingerly, I said, “My feelings have been hurt.”

He rendered me to retort and took off, quite curt.

All hours and days on pins and needles

My heart and mind play the game of riddles.

When he calls, I’ll say, “Honey, I hurt.”

He’ll show some grace, “I’ll give you comfort.”

The game goes on; on the phone, I stare.

My mind is greening as I play solitaire.

Sure, he shall give me details to do right,

Generous as I am, will say, “Let’s not fight.”

Fancy, funny game, and my teasing silly mind

Daydreaming heart drags following behind.

Months and years, no roses no flame,

My mind is laughing at my fantasy game.

Whatever did happen, turned for the best,

Now! the mind is amused, heart happy he left.


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