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Lost Hopes…

Sometimes I find you try to escape the truth,
You try to tuck the facts under the heart’s grove.
But you know you cannot hide the truth for that long,
It comes out on your face like the early Spring bird’s song.
You are the most precious gift of mine and I know you all,
I want you to do good in life which will make me ten feet tall.
In you, lie all my hopes, desires and my dreams,
But now it looks like everything is going down the stream…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag