Treasure Island

Sumeet Mathankar


Is There Any Birth?


Is there any birth where you and I can be together?

Where I can share your every tear, and make you happy everlastingly...

Where I can shelter you if there’s sun or rains...

Where I can hold your hand, and tell how badly my heart beats for you...

Where I can see my existence in your eyes, and drown myself into them..

Where I can be the reason of your happiness, for which I can spend every second of my life...

Where I can walk with you, and take up in my hands if you get weariful...

Where we can get along, and win the whole macrocosm...

Where you and I can be WE...

Is there any birth where you and I can be together?

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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