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Pooja Sheth
Bangalore
Waiting for the ship to come back
Waiting for my beloved to wave
Waiting for my beloved to wave
The red and blue scarf
Once I pressed to his beating heart
Oh I believe in yesterday...
It was just a while ago
That I bid him goodbye
A tiny tear rolled out of my eye
A silent sob escaped through a smile
I trusted he'd return
...As I saw the ship that
Looked like a toy before it disappeared into oblivion..
A tiny tear rolled out
Again. This time,
A sigh escaped through the smile
I knew I saw the red and blue scarf
The ocean transformed
my tear into a pearl
I had my gift!
Just yesterday.. I had my gift..
I trusted my, oh his ocean
and she returned my gift
but only my gift....
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