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Tuesday, October 13, 2015
I have searched hard
who knows more than you that life is not a poem at all as you have been exposed to practically cross cultures or say civilizations of the world but still I am writing a poem for you may be that is my own way of remaining relevant as seriously telling you no one simply can imagine the hell I have lived and probably you will come to change this hell to normal life at least.
broken pieces
I search every eve
how to get it
make a shape
some of your heart
some of mine one
I dont know
whom so ever
I happened to have
some moments
of daffodils
why
it were so ephemeral
I have search hard
broken pieces
I search every eve
how to get it
make a shape
some of your heart
some of mine one
I dont know
whom so ever
I happened to have
some moments
of daffodils
why
it were so ephemeral
I have search hard
Monday, October 12, 2015
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