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UNFULFILLED DREAM
I too had, like other girls, Sweet dreams of love, romance. I, too, thought that one day I Would with my husband dance. I had dreamed that I would have A tiny home and hearth, Where my husband and I would Watch children play with mirth. Yes, I do have a husband. But, alas, destiny! He just cannot satisfy, Nor give children to me. Though we are husband and wife, We have yet no love lost. We did have some warmth of love Which has now turned to frost. We live under the same roof, But it is not a home. My life is without substance It is like empty foam. * Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format M C Gupta Created: 31 July 2003
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