Breeze.

Like a gentle breeze.
You came into my life.
When you touched me.
I felt, that sense of peace.

Then you left, and,
I stood there, and,
My heart ached.

But, the mistake was mine.
For I should’ve known.

It’s not in the
nature of breeze,
To stay at one place,
It always flees.

-Abhishek Gupta.

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