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A few months ago, my eyes got stuck in a promo.
And I waited for the whole day for the clock to struck nine.
When on screen, I saw those two mesmerized eyes,
Starring at his charming wife, seldom in her open hair-
Oh he was meant to fall for her since day1...was that all I could remember.
Just a span of 30 mnts a day and each day,
But it woven a world of magic, took the logic of reel or real!
It was more of a real and more than a mere reel,
A beautiful saga of life on reel
...was that all I could feel.
I waited for the whole day for the clock to struck nine.
Each day and every day and it was made a routine part,
Which made me feel what a crap, the other soaps are.
I cant help, but only regret, if I would have missed such a class.
...was that all I could tell.
If I could find such a class in my life, ever again,
If any actor could live on screen ever again,
I cant help, but to think a hundred ways,
To rub the number 9 off from my clock,
...is that all my thoughts could roam .
This cannot be called a poem nor just a passage, but you can call it whatever you like, a poem, a passage or a nonsense. All I would request is please dont ignore to comment.Your comments mean a lot to me.
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