What she is?

By aditaya   

she is not
the poetry
and not that
romantic song
she is the
breath I've
skipped for long
and the meal
i cooked for dinner
she is the movie
of sunday premiere
she is not just
a thing for love
she is the ice cream
and the desert of
my midnight hunger

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