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Heaven for all-hell for few,
Seeing you infact my love grew.
Rather lovely-no matter-how old,
For me-you-shine in silver-worth in gold.
Face-since a quality-you have the best,
Choosing you-my judgement-not in haste.
The smile-people say-best in the world,
I've sacrificed myself for your behold
The deep eyes-I cannot write down-
One of the reasons-why-the love has grown.
Qualities-finished-yet more to be said,
Nothing utters from the mouth-who is now dead.
poem
by
Vizard Dhawan
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