Dream of Parent.

My passion with cultural profession:#lastrequest

It was Same as Same life was change but the Profession was Same
and colour was really the Same.
Life was set-up with a fantastic job and each morning was to show 
new get-up.
family was happy with my this set-up and salary was also too high 
to enjoy to fly with a beautiful Guy.

Marriage was the only the last request of my parent.
But it seem that it was last wicket of my team.
Sharing of things was not in my Dream but it seem that my.....
Parent don't like all the things Mine.

Force of getting marriage was ahead,to read proposal and to date was
to face.
Looking at my credit and to my Merit...i...got a proposal of a dark Girl
with a lots of Demerits.

Her look was Dark but heart was Bright,
I refuses her proposal with a word "I am in need of some one else"...
She fainted their and my arm was already open there for her,Forever.
I drop her at her House and by seeing her House and after looking at 
her Mother I Remember....
She was the only Girl whom I was dating in class 4...



Creator:-                                                  Writer:-

                                                      
              Alok Shree                                               KV vicky



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