If I was harsh,
It don't mean that I hate you
If I behaved roughly,
It's not that I'm neglecting you.
I'm not ignoring you or insulting you,
you were my favorite and I am your fan.
there were days when I just sit gazing at you,
If I don't spend my time, it means I was busy.
now you left me,
making me cry bucket full of tears
heart full of sorrows,
and mindful of feelings!
my hands are empty without you holding them,
my life is boring without you in it!
My heart broke into pieces,
when you broke suddenly, that too from my hands!
I still gaze at your broken pieces!
oh my dear bangle, I still love you
I know that nothing is permanent,
but i can't accept that you were no more!
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