If we had been always, always
at Indraprastha Park, in pair!
Sitting, talking, and hugging,
without anxiety and care!
I'm in your arms,
flying in a dream...
You then, giving warmth,
full to the brim.
Ageless, timeless, endless,
must be our countless days.
There will be no other,
no intruder in our history page!
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