Tryst Let us meet. Let us meet - away from the chaotic crowd of happy memories - in a lonesome corner of your heart. Let me love you. Let me love you - far off from moments of merry - when your heart is all alone and falling apart. Let me hold your hand. Let me hold you hand, not in the party of friends, but while you're walking in the deserted street of pain. Let me come to your place. Let me come to your place, not on gay sunny days, but in hours when your sky is pouring out despair rain. ©Kaushik Ghosh #tryst #Love
