By Dhritika Deka
Waiting for someday, waiting for someone
My heart to go on
My hand to hold on
My soul to heal on
My strength to merge on.
The day would be an aesthetic one
With your presence and your favour
The blissful showers of your warmth and heed.
The drizzle of your faith
The never-ending acceptance of yours
The only piece of your life
The final hand to hold on forever till the end.
By Dhritika Deka
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