Wasn't sure that miracles transpire
till it takes place in our life.
In the middle of dizzy time,
I was on a way of hope;
to find such place
that called home.
Though someone else
find out my heart's bolthole.
Our way was aligned by God's grace;
Destined to fulfil our heart's lone.
She ran into me erroneously by fate;
We were found awkward for inceptive,
however, our lone hearts found to be
delighted by coziness that felt for first time.
That was our first talk exchange,
whose echoes even shatter after our grave.
~Namit Agarwal
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