O̶u̶r̶ Story

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She asked him,
What will be Our Story, after 5 years?
He didn't answer her.
But she knows that in the end
She'll probably just not be on any page.
Because everyone came and stayed
She didn't exist!
For him, he has everything,
but not HER.
She was probably a trespassing person.
But even, if that's the case
She hopes he cherishes his life
With his Future SHE.

For her, he is -
In every Page,
In every Chapter;
Which completes her Book.
And she hopes one day
She will cross him on the road
And will ask him
To run his eyes on this Book.

And as he ran his eyes,
Over the Book, 
To every Chapter
To every Page
From his lips to Her words
She expect him to Smile.
Just Smile :)

Comments

  1. MridulSun Jan 12, 11:31:00 pm

    Bruhh👍

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  2. AnonymousSun Jan 12, 11:41:00 pm

    Some pages are ment to keep hidden

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  3. AnonymousSun Jan 12, 11:59:00 pm

    Awesome

    ReplyDelete
  4. tylMon Jan 13, 12:01:00 am

    Awesome

    ReplyDelete
  5. AnonymousMon Jan 13, 04:44:00 am

    Greatly written 👍👍

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  6. Aravind K SMon Jan 13, 10:08:00 am

    Turns out

    HE realised,
    HE is nothing
    Without HER.

    Ended together
    with HER
    Smiling forever...

    End of the story

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  7. ashutoshMon Jan 13, 10:30:00 am

    Kafi sundar kavita, aapki Pratibha sarahana k patra hai

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  8. Satyam SrivastavaMon Jan 13, 12:05:00 pm

    Awesome

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  9. Prateek KamalMon Jan 13, 05:36:00 pm

    Nice buddy

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  10. Dhananjay SinghTue Jan 14, 03:19:00 pm

    lmpressive.. 👍

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