The power of love
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abhishekdey
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A ray of light always used to come to my heart. It used to come and knock the door of my heart.

The power of love

A ray of light always used to come to my heart.

It used to come and knock the door of my heart.

A heart which was sitting all alone in a full fear of loosing everything.

But, still that old friend used to come and knock the door.

It told me that open the door. Its me, your friend.

But, this sad heart still remained indulged in its bad memories and feared what if it is not a ray of light?

It responded to the knock, ‘you may be an hoax’ .

But, that ray of light still stood and waited for my heart to open the door for it.

It remained patient and tried to make my heart understand that its not dark all the way.

And it continued to knock the door.

It told my heart that it cannot decide anything till it sees it.

This time the ray of light told the heart that it will go if it does not open the door.

The heart went through all the fearful memories of loosing everything.

This time it decided not to loose its last and only friend left.

It stood up for it and opened the door.

And then my heart met with its friend and looked that how beautiful it is.

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