The Dawn Has To Come After The Dark Night


You used to ask me, where were you till now, why didn't you come before..
I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
For I am your destination and even death cannot stop me. All it can do is delay it for a while.

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  4. powerful and sad... why didn't you wait???

    I can't wait forever, or can I??

    lovely read.

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  5. Raat.
    Par mai jee raha hun nidar.
    jaise kamal.
    Jaise panth.
    Jaise Surya.
    kyonki,
    kal bhi hum khilenge.
    hum chalenge.
    hum ugenge.
    Aur wo sab saath honge.
    AAJ JINKO RAAT NE BHATKA DIYA HAI.

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  8. Its soooooo Sad but it would have been really romantic and not sad if it was like this only:-
    "You used to ask me, where were you till now, why didn't you come before..
    I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me? "
    Then I would have said "its v. nice"

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  9. hope always triumphs...keep going!

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  10. its a power n dare 2 dream.....belief in self.....no 1 can ever rob it...

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  12. hey ...this is too good
    u hve very deep thoughts

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