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Wait

I sense a new me
Unsure perhaps feel unworthy
For the cause or is it
Our desire to be first, last and foremost
In someone’s thought, Alas!
No logic or sane reason for it to be
Just mere wish of a two year
Stubborn boy
Who wants his toy
And will sacrifice his vanity
His sanity, to be with you
Or the Dholee
who wants his favourite
beat to last forever
Wanting you dance
Till eternity
The question is however
Trivial, totally irrelevant
In circumstance, ambivalent
Will you be watching
When I write this with my blood
Just to be understood

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