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Don’t know how you do it..


It is nice yet astonishing on
how you care and remember to bring,
the little things I enjoy
which I keep forgetting..
like the
The sweet almonds for my empty jar,
The peat moss for our windowsill plant,
The ceased color for my dried palette,
The hershey’s  for my late-noon cravings.
The re-fills on my french perfume,
The lost ribbon for my hair,
The bulb for my bed-side lamp.
But most of all, the greatest surprise is;
The warm pot of Love that you bring to me..
Every day
Right from the time we met.
To this very day.

                                                                       -Nishi Shaikh

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