The Presence of you.

I Feel the presence of you
But Love is not happens now yet,
Eyes are seeking you
As you are infront of,

Truth placed under the lamp here,
No worry, that swallowed
by madness of you,
You are my truth now.

The Desparate evening
Shouting, Wanting
the truth of light
Just not a light
that Filled with your noise,
Filled with your presence,
Filled with you..

Kiran Athrey

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