With the world around changing swiftly,
i stay standstill waiting for her,
with time dying away slowly..
i challenge its pace,
reconstructing moments spent with her.
with every passing day,
when the chameleon turned sky,
changes its color rapidly,
and marks the arrival
of another lonely night,
i look up to the sky and confess...
that i miss her...
but i wont break,
my belief in her
would never shake,
'coz somewhere deep down i know,
that no matter how late she is,
wherever she is,
she would be doing d same too!!!
yes, i do remember her...
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