I become happy when you call me,
Saying ‘I miss you',
Like the way the sail longs for the air friendly,
And the sun eternally misses the moon's view.
I become happy while you smile,
In ecstasy and promise,
Of staying close to my heart with time,
All I can say is- never let your trust die please.
I become happy stealing some of your precious moments,
The way the sugar specks are taken away by the ants.
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