I kept thinking was it my fault?
that i keep thinking of you all day
i kept waiting, is it my fault?
that my life is great when I go a bit astray!
the life it seems is a pool of wonder
which gives a new page every dawn
to paint my own existence
to let the new bud bloom and spawn
covered with fallacies i know i'm no
to you a perfect temptress
a ploy to cloy it is my darling
to acquire a morsel of your goodness
i know no bounds of how up and down
temperatures go in the furnace
my fire inside can only find
in your words that watery solace
the calmness builds like logs oh mate
the higher it goes the deeper
the degree of satiaty needs no clause
consumed in its propeller
do tell me what you'd do if you
had a situation, a wish, to face
like this in life as is mine, my dear
oh heaven bless you charm and grace!
(Written by Pallavi Gupta)
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