Akshat


In the summer afternoon,
I was looking up at the blue sky.
Hot breezes made my mouth dry,
Don't know why, but I wanted to cry.

Someone else was doing the same,
Due to her aura I couldn't cry.
My heart was soaked,
My eyes went dry.

Now she is gone,
I am alone to look at the passing Endless sky
She made me a promise never to cry, That's why i wont cry.

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