Found Myself...

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Walking barefoot on the ground
Where my emotions are there
Where the presence of the part of me
Absent for so long

Sitting under the shelter of my wishes
Having my fruitful fruit of Patience
Which was as sweet as expected
The wish which was hidden in Treasure Box

Recalling the Good Old Days
Pressed the Delete Button
Of Bad thoughts of Evil Eyes
I craved for the day - I met the Sky

Will never faded away
From the time I Love Myself
It was as Beautiful Enough
As Happiness Swims in my Veins

The Glory on the face shines like Diamond
Hair made up of Sunrays
Skin was kissed by the Sun
Eyes shines like surface of Ocean

It was Me floating like a Water
Falls with the Snow! 
Location: Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India

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