The Ugly Wait

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She stepped in such a way,
Like a glittering path below the milky way.
She walked all around,
and my happiness like nowhere to be found.

 Like a shooting star,
The presence blew by
and she disappeared in the dark,
Leaving nothing but just her mark.

 And every night I sit on the roof,
With dreams lingering in open eyes,
Finding myself lost somewhere
Under the far stretched skies.

 O beloved, fetch me back my life
and I would walk away,
with fist of memories
closed everyday !
Location: Kolkata,India Calcutta, West Bengal, India

Comments

  1. AASTHA16 December 2016 at 20:54

    Amazing!! 😍😍

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  2. Unknown16 December 2016 at 20:57

    Wow... Awesome written... 😘😘

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  3. Anonymous16 December 2016 at 20:57

    Very well written

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  4. Unknown16 December 2016 at 20:57

    Wow... Awesome written. 😘😘

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  5. Sutirtha16 December 2016 at 20:59

    wow yaar...

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  6. Anonymous16 December 2016 at 21:00

    It's nice re.����

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  7. Unknown16 December 2016 at 21:02

    Very nice bro 👍👍

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  8. Unknown16 December 2016 at 21:03

    Nice little feelings..awesomely expressed

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  9. Keshvi16 December 2016 at 21:05

    Awosmee

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  10. Shivam Agarwal(CR)16 December 2016 at 22:39

    It's fantastic bro

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  11. Unknown17 December 2016 at 02:48

    After reading,I became quite sureand feel relaxed that I didn't fail to recognise your original identity in disguise..SIR

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    1. Siddharth Vora18 December 2016 at 03:06

      thank you for the feedback :)
      might be that the blog somewhat relates to you too
      awaiting to know your good name (unknown)

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  12. Unknown17 December 2016 at 02:49

    This comment has been removed by the author.

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  13. Anonymous17 December 2016 at 05:24

    Osm lines keep it up...

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  14. Ankita17 December 2016 at 07:01

    Well written

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  15. Unknown17 December 2016 at 10:10

    Fantastically expressed

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  16. Oishi17 December 2016 at 10:19

    This ... �truly beautiful

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  17. Unknown17 December 2016 at 10:45

    Itss truly well written

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  18. Unknown17 December 2016 at 10:46

    Itss truly well written

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  19. Nirupama17 December 2016 at 10:51

    ������great...
    appreciable��

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  20. Mandita17 December 2016 at 20:40

    This is just amazing ��..well written ����

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  21. Siddharth Vora18 December 2016 at 03:00

    thank you :)
    your feedback matters

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  22. Siddharth Vora18 December 2016 at 03:02

    thanks a ton :)
    your feedback matters

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  23. Aritra18 December 2016 at 03:30

    Well written bro .

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  24. Anwesha Chandra18 December 2016 at 04:08

    I didn't know you are this talented. Keep up the good work. This was a very beautiful poem indeed ��❤

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    1. Siddharth Vora20 December 2016 at 08:07

      thank you buddy :)
      keep giving feedbacks
      you people are my backbone :)

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  25. Anonymous18 December 2016 at 05:06

    No words
    Just awesome ��

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  26. Anonymous14 March 2017 at 10:47

    Ugly wait leads to beautiful writings.. :)

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