Poetry ~ "Feeling by heart" / Adrika Saha

Missing someone is not a crime,

nor secretly loving one does not imply that you are self - centred.

Finding someone with love in their eyes is not an antiquated concept.

Putting a grin on someone's face does not mean that the person is pleased.

Holding someone's hand does not imply that the person is weak.

If there is a crime in the world,

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it is to tell a lie to your beloved.

If there is anything selfish about the most important person,

it is that the person chooses the right path without her or him.

If they are any older, it is that you are sobbing for someone

who does not care about you.

If there is any joyful person in the world who see the love stand with him/her

If they are any beautiful thing in the world is that

when u r good hold you are hand and smile

There was no heart pain are stable for whole life if anything true is you and your beautiful heart.

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