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Change of hearts


Under the footnote of modernisation
A lot got changed
People
Perception
Faces
Even hearts!

Gazing in South
I could sense need of North
Adoring the sunrise
I could feel the wait in me for the sunset
For the sky today was clear
The sweats made me thirsty for wet lands and dripping clouds
Eating the chillies
The chocolate in those hands
Raised in me the cravings for sweet
Holding the tears under those breathe in, breathe out
Was lying down with wide open hands
For happiness to embrace me

Loving the buttoned shirt
The black jerseys made me to choose
T-shirt over shirts for him
The kid in me made me to mess up his hairs
And there was I clicking his smiles under messed up hairs
Instead of perfect gelled keratin strands
Sitting at distance
And the exchanging formal smiles
Grew in me the emotions of getting against his heart beats
Exchange laughter's and not LOLs to his foolish jokes
Staying in bed was the favorite routine
But soon this changed into jogs along his side
Morning faces are more cute to fall for
Loving salt and pepperica in the salad
Was just a excuse to taste his taste buds

A lady on the front seat
Was giving looks to the grumpy face above her head
But soon was sitting with arms in his
And head on his shoulders
Dreams don't mind grumpy and angry hearts
And the definition of change of hearts finds it's meaning

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