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Rest Assured my love will find

Rest assured my love will find you wherever you may be,
When you will fumble or feel dearth of words.
Even when you may not wish to give voice to your thoughts or screams.
My heart would intimate me about all your whims.
Rest assured my love will soothe you wherever you may be,
When your days will be dark and nights will be dreary,
When neither friends' company nor cosy bed would aid,
My heart would alert me to reach for you wherever you may be.
Rest assured my love will coach you wherever you may be ,
When you will step on marshy or barren lands,
When roads would be tough and rough to hamper your growth,
My heart would gear me to be your lamppost. 
Rest assured my love will comfort you wherever you may be,
Caught in the whirlpools or tornadoes of life ,
When wind would be too strong for you to handle, 
My heart would foretell me to be your windshield. 
Rest assured even when this heart would no longer beat ,
And would not be a part of the world or would no where to be felt or found in the entire  cosmos,
When this human heart would be no more human, 
even then it would advocate your pleas in the Supreme  Lord's kingdom from where it would keep a vigil on your moves to keep you always shielded.



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