On the Gtalk chat box turning green,
Joyous I get,than I have ever before been,
The eagerness to initiate a chat,
You weave some magic or what.
To greet you is an action impulsive,
And await a reply in a mood pensive,
Pondering over such a probability,
Whether it is a dream or in reality.
Every waiting second is a passing era,
Leading life based on your charm and aura,
Just as I loose hope for a smiling reply,
And think that my love for her is a lie,
A comforting response appears and is,
For a parched desert,a valueble oasis.
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