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I'm always there for you... But are you... ?

You call me jlt when you wanted...
I picked up and continued the convo...

You ask for help anytime...
I always aided...

Whenever you decide a plan...
I adjusted mine...

When you change yourself...
I adapted to it...

When I called jlt...
I got silence...

When I asked for help...
I was uncertain if I'll get it...

When I made plan...
More likely it gets canceled...

I remain the same...
And you take me for granted...

Small things !!! I know...
But that's what I need...

I'm like a pot of water...
Till I'm filled, I'll give it to you...

But when I'm empty...
I need to be filled...

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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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