Welcome2me
Lovely smiles, at early morning,
Poetic voice, says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes, looking yearning,
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did she meet me and where!
Few years almost, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines, out of the door
We sat at the table, but no talk
Merrily smiled, but looks shy
Asked, purely, can we walk?
Holding hands, went away
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