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Will You?

Will you give me the freedom
To face the cold alone
Yet share your warmth
When I reach out to you?

When I return shivering
Unable to say anything
Will you be there for me
And wrap yourself around?

With my hair scattered
And my vision blurred
Bare feet on the ground
Will you still hold me close?

And will you do it
Again and again...

Like a towel after a winter bath?
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  1. Apurva Sonakiya12 April 2019 at 00:23

    Beautifully written Meru....glad to read ur blogs. 😊

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