I know I am not worth your time,
My love is not a crime.
It is sublime.
Every time I see you,
I feel devoted.
I crave to worship you,
And this feeling is always promoted.
I know how to keep it quiet,
I know how to hide.
Now, I can’t deny it anymore,
So, I am letting it flow,
And this grief will grow.
I know,
I don’t even exist for you.
Still, I love you endlessly,
One question I always want to ask,
Do you even have a clue?!
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Written by: Pooja Rao, working as Team Leader at Cognizant, Bangalore. She is an amateur poetess and also a good painter.

Her fantasies immerse in nature and in the wants of living the eternity, away from all the bondages, with her words.
Edited by: Lipi Gupta

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