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Feb 2017
I always longed for company,
Of someone whom I can call my own,
Whom I can tease,
Whom I can pamper,
Whom I can care for,
Whom I can get cared by,
Someone who can love me.

Of the very few parents globally,
My parents did not grant me a sibling,
Who could've teased me,
Who'd have pampered me,
Who I'd worry about,
Who I can always cuddle,
Someone who can motivate me.
My HP Poem #1413
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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