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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Marriage And The Mumbai Rain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting all dressed up & nervous<br>With a ring for my honey<br>Few seconds & he’ll be mine<br>Yes, it’s my wedding ceremony…<br> He asks for my hand first<br>& looks at me with a smile<br>As soon as he holds my hand<br>A current passes though my spine<br>My 1st relation comes in my mind<br>The love which was always mine…<br> That feeling so new of joy<br>1st time I felt for a boy<br>That scratching same name everywhere…<br>Those poems I wrote for my dear…<br> Those long walks while holding hands<br>Those messages were missing<br>My fear of losing him<br>& his shaking hands while kissing…<br> Our 1st fight over bad grades<br>Then moving apart for days<br>Then hugging each other forever<br>& promising to never fight ever…<br> These flashes in front of my eyes<br>& gives me a bitter pain<br>I look outside the church<br>And see the Mumbai Rain…<br> I look at the person ahead<br>I hold my breath for a while<br>He’s not the one I love<br>He holds hand in different style…<br> I turn back to leave	<br>To go on my love’s way<br>I return his ring with tears<br>“I’m sorry” is all I could say…<br> I run in my wedding dress<br>I run through tears & Mumbai Rain<br>A new joy grows in my heart<br>This wipes all the pain…<br> I reach his house all wet<br>He’s sitting at a side<br>My photo in one hand<br>In other a ‘NOTE OF SUICIDE’<br> I slap him as hard as I could<br>Then hug him even harder<br>“How dare you write this to me? <br>If u repeat I’ll do your murder”…<br> He cries & cries in my arms<br>& hugs me for saving his life<br>“Though you are wearing a wedding dress, <br>Will you be my wife? ”…<br> I cry & cry so hard<br>This happiness is making me insane<br>I’m finally marring my true love<br>In this beautiful Mumbai Rain…..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vithika+Jaiswal">Vithika Jaiswal</a><div class=q>
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With a ring for my honey
Few seconds & he’ll be mine
Yes, it’s my wedding ceremony…
 He asks for my hand first
& looks at me with a smile
As soon as he holds my hand
A current passes though my spine
My 1st re..."></div>
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