Years I waited
Tears I cried
Hope stood still
Patience became my being
There it was all at once
Patience died one day
Alive again,
Someone long ago
Buried alive
This old soul
I must learn anew
Head held high
She walks hand in hand
With hope at her side
Arrogant they call her
Selfish they deem her
My Saviour, I adore her!
– Khushbo
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