Do
not name it love,
The
feelings for you I have,
It
will be an insult to me,
If
you say, it is an infatuation for thee.
Many
times you rained fire,
Even
out of unprovoked anger,
I
got hurt, became unhappy, even irritated,
But
my feelings for you remained unchanged.
You
appear, vanish and reappear,
On
my ever amicable sphere,
Like
a floating cloud without any hitch,
Every
time I remain a fixed star within your reach.
Now
you say, will you call it a simple adoration,
Or
it is a true and worthy worship of your person.
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