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Love, come knocking on my door

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Knock knock

There is a knock on my door

My heart was pounding 

My insides were melting

Is it real

Or is it illusion 

Books told me about charming looks

I gazed at the door

Longing for those words

But it was ephemeral 

As a puff of air

Will it immerse me in embrace

Or will it drown me in tears

A dream it is

My kin may not take with ease

Mind in turmoil 

With inner fears

But my heart pounds

Waiting for

Love to come knocking On my door.

-Pradnya Surve

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Written by Pradnya Surve

A child counsellor and teacher, enjoyed every moment of motherhood
My Masters degree in Child Development and Family Relations is a value addition to a basic affinity towards people

Reading and writing is passion inherited from my family who were voracious readers, lovers of art and theatre

I am fortunate to nurture my interests having a life partner with similar interests. My children too are taking forward the legacy

Proud to be associated with Artoonsinn which is family for me

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