TITLE: the special somebody
By ruchi mehta
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Going through the pages of my heart,
I kept my heart at the point of the knife.
I heard tales from my folks about love,
And whilst kept on wondering is it my love or a broken heart speaking 4m in?
I heard no voices to guide,
Found no one whose I was pride.
I looked up and kept on asking HIM,
Whose heart could I win??
HE smiled and gifted me the "special somebody"
Who was a heartthrob of everybody.
Was harsh and sometimes gentle,
Took all my tantrums and had been a mentor.
Heard the voice n my heart started to pound,
Thy voice made my soul mend.
The touch made me heal,
By whom I was pealed.
Could see through me as is I was naked,
Didn’t even abandon me when I was damn wicked.
I needed a name greater than love,
I needed someone more than HIM.
Lost my words to define my angel,
Lost into d world to find my angel.
I lost myself finding the name,
But all was in vain.
I ripped my heart and found a name scribbled on it,
My all worries faded as I read on heart the word------------- "MOM"
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