Originally posted by: Anuprerna_fan
So here is a lil glimpse of Deepika's view in form of poem...it will be sad too
In this chilling winter night here,
I am reminscing of a past, I left 40
yrs ago,
I am all here alone, no one is there
That past was of a pure hearted soul, I knew...
Which my attention never drew..
Somewhere the hands are still
waiting for me..
Wherever is he now,
Down in my heart
For once I crave to see..
Those hands were there by me to console,
I didn't saw,
Those eyes cried with me,
I failed to notice,
His smile, smiled with me
What was that then?
Why I looked for the demon,
Why I got into his talks..
Where is that demon now,
Perhaps living a life of wow...
That day, I made him walk of..
And I didn't see him, Oh! God
He was the friend I craved for,
And that feelings was so pure ..
My eyes are sored, hair are grey,
Yet, I hope to see him once
Before I meet the death day!!!
(She cries)
Deepika's view at age of 70
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