I smile a little more these days
As, the smiles on my face
Are a little more yours, than mine.
I cry a little more these days.
As, the tears in eyes,
Are a little more yours, than mine.
I hate a little more these days,
As, even the hatred in my mind
Is a little more yours, than mine.
I get tempered a little more these days,
As, the fuming rage in my voice
Is a little more yours, than mine.
I love a little more these days,
As, the love that blossoms in my soul
Is a little more yours, than mine.
I laugh a lot these days,
As, the laughter in my heart
Is a little more yours, than mine.
I am yours, and you are mine,
And together we colour,
Each other’s beautiful, lives.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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