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I see you standing there
Like a scared little mare
Most probably lost
With the expression of having seen a ghost
I cant believe my eyes
Am I being decieved by the ice?
Ice of my past, that now lurks
In this cold wintry dawn, with a smirk
I need to move my muscles
To not get into another tussle
No, I guess you'd rather say a "hi", plain
But one filled with so much pain
But suddenly you turned around
Your eyes, with surprise mound
A look filled with so much pain
Why do you try to hide it in vain?
Standing there in the deserted street
After a long time, again we meet
"Hi,hello" , these niceties are beyond us
Maybe time has made our egos less
That day too, we had stood like this
You,in your cocoon of bliss
I, about to break your heart
And Destiny as a villain, fulfilling its part
I told you I needed space
That I wanted so badly to win this race
Race of life, to take the responsibility
To not make Dad's demise a liability
My family, I have lived for them since
Never once trying to cross that fence
That kept us apart
Confining the pain to my heart
Your eyes filled with tears
That look, that day, still on my fears
Afraid to say 'I love you'
That I may lose sight of my family for you
Time has flown
And I became a clown
Never once laughing
Trying to forget,always failing
And yet here we stand
Wishing desperately to have a magic wand
To turn back time
To stop the old bell's chime
You walk towards me silent
The look on your face, kind
You say," hey, How have you been?"
Never once reminding that I had been mean
Staring into your bright eyes
I realize that it is slowly melting, that ice
Filled with remorse and regret, my eyes stand low
And you say, "It's okay, I know"
They say," time and tide waits for none"
But it has finally waited for one
And here she stands
My second chance.........................
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