An epitome of our epics,
An occult prayer of the closed eyes,
A word to the complete poetry,
What's that which makes me spellbound.
Love to hear those slangs from you;
And then making me smile everytime;
You steal all my rage.
Unlike all the sophisticated relations,
It just lures me to you,
How can I be angry with you?
The best thing I could do,
Is to keep you in my words always;
As an art of my pen,
So that you could know that;
It's not too bad to be my 'DP'.
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