The spell of your love has petrified me,
In your absence, I am like that stone constantly staring the vacuum streets.
The chisel of your love has given me forms
Carved and shaped a new form out of me everyday
Sitting like a canvas to be painted by that magical brush
Dipped in the color of “love”, paint me!
Hither Kusum
Hither Kusum
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