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In this hustle of all kinds of engagements, my mind always becomes a scapegoat of your talks and pulls. Entangled in the strings of that nervousness to talk to you and that satisfaction of seeing you, the heart suffers a lot. I ask my heart not to go for a multitasking and just to pump blood, but your blinks and smile melts the heart and it again goes on for a big leap. Each step of but behaves like a knife cutting down all those hustle and getting lost in the new world of attraction, where eyes make all the conversation and there is no time for the lips to chatter-patter. If loving our activities make our job very easy, I don't know if there is something easier than you. Trying to concentrate on some other thing, your thoughts and winks rabble all around my mind, disturbing me from making other things easier. I don't know what sin did I commit that I am paying for, but God is not just to me. Making me suffer this way is really tyrannical. You are like that drop of rain for me...
