Cool me, cool me
Fool me not, fool me not
I shall be disturbed
In mind and desires shall be curbed
You were always in chamber
As close member
To be there for all the time
To be missed and remembered all times
When that face comes in open
I concentrate all of sudden
I rush toward and search
But fail to reach
I reminded you many times
But you were in mood this time
You were trying to show
But on face trying to say no
Worry not for this matter
I shall fight never
To prove the point
But shall nicely paint
It is my desire
To be here
With your presence
If live with pure chance
hasmukh amathalal
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