Just Tell me

Don’t tell me if this road is difficult.
I have been patient for long.
Just tell me, if it reaches there.
Where my heart would feel fine,
Where my dreams would touch a point,
Where my words would reach to your heart,
Where this sky would come down to love,
Where my voice would have a rhythm,
Where eyes would feel your name.

Don’t tell me if this road is difficult
I have been patient for long.
Just tell me if it reaches there.
Where it would void the wrong.
Where it would beam its worth,
Where it would team just us,
Where you would hold me tight,
Where you would just behave right,
Where you would with your might.
Just tell me if this road is fine.

Don’t tell me if this road is difficult
I have been patient for long.
Just tell me if

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