Deep love does make those impressions some dent some depressions Never easy to fill with any superficial rendition This kind of love can be forgotten can be left behind but more often than not somehow, it still leaves a flickering trail which refuses to fade An art, a tale written on the way which chooses to stay whispering to the wind, somewhere continues to sway Yes, this kind of love; it seldom dies and refuses to be erased even when the end arrives!
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Ehho jeya guudha pyaar na vi poora hove yaan bhul vi jave taan vi ik misaal banke reh janda hai iss duniya vich; jehda jeunda rehnda hai chahe jindri muk vi kyun na jaave
