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Dear Sandesha,
Your name means a missive,
Your effort commendable,
Your appeal for help heartening.
While I revel in my selfish existence,
Toiling to appease my senses,
I catch a glimpse of you, sore,
A majority hard to ignore.
There are so many of you,
There are so many like me,
Yet, the connections are lost,
In selfish toils & revelry.
People ask me, do I know you?
Need I know you?
If I can appease my senses,
Then I must appease what I see.
A lad, working hard,
Supposedly dreaming big,
But has senses as well,
Which may make him go astray.
But I can help, with what I have,
I can go astray as well,
Better two souls lose together,
Miles apart yet your missive my tether.
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