by venkatesh.valusa
U haven't loved me
In the hottest summer in May,
In the wettest rains in August,
In the chillest in December.
Rather than you left me
In land where
There is no shade of your love from the hottest summer,
There is no hide from heaviest rains,
There is no warm cover from coldest chills,
Whatever happened to that moment
I lived with a hope of finding your love
In your darkest concerns of your heart..........
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venkatesh.valusa
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