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A lotus on her hand Reminds of the tryst with him If he is gonna come The first lotus petal fell She is nervous Even if the autumn comes The lotus should hold together She don't wanna lose any water Start counting the days How many petals left? Even the sun is curious now The moon is peeping at the petals Nobody knows Even she doesn't know.
