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Her beautiful face appears,
In front of me every time.
When I start to work,
My mind goes in search of her face.
What to say,
Her smile of her face is not less pleasant.
When she talks to me,
One thing I notice is her face.
What a pretty face,
The God has created for her.
Her face is as clean as water,
And the simplicity lies in that.
The sky can fade,
But her face won't fade.
The moon can lose its shine,
But the shine of her face won't be lost.
The lamp can stop lighting,
But her face won't stop lighting.
Her face is quite,
Like the waves of sea.
Again I saw her face,
I got thrilled.
When she says,
I will go away one day.
I got sad again,
How will her face come again in front of me.
Pushkar Bisht
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