The Dream
Tanmoy Chakraborty
Sitting by the window side, I dream... Not of golds, riches or pride, But you it seems.. Your smile, the never ending smile, Something I have not seen for a while... I wait for you endlessly, Staring at the outside world carelessly, Hoping to see you soon.. But in reality, You are only my dream...
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