No it’s not that far, is your house from mine.
Then why haven’t we met is such a long time.
I remember those days when you would sing aloud,
Just to make me learn that you are around.
You would come near my house & pretend you got some thing to do.
And wait for the moment so that I could peep out of the window.
I always knew you had some story to say,
Making of it you had spent the last day.
I always thought, I would come out today,
Ask you that thing that you wanted to say.
Walk few steps with you till the road goes along.
And at the end of the road I will hold you strong.
I will bring you close & whisper in your ears,
This story of yours I would like to listen for years.
But I always stopped thinking of a fear,
If you just ask me why have I come near.
How would I live the rest of my life
If this dream of mine happens to be a lie.
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