Category : Poems

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That chair you just passed by,
has shaken when has been taken.
That chair has been taken and it has been taken forgranted..
That chair has its place
Not near by some table 
Not near by some couch 
Not near by some king size bed..
That chair has some dust now
Waiting for You
To come and rub off those dust particles
To sit for a while 
To set its angle
And sit beside the forearm
Squeeze up into it once again
reminisce without getting surpass.