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Now it is autumn of my hopes. I had satisfied his lust. I had recharged his mobile. I had taken care of his injuries On the skin and in the mind. I had dodged my parents too. I had been treacherous to their trust. Today I asked him About the possibility and sureness. He smiled at my query. He turned his back And said in a coarse tone. Are you fool? Don't repeat this mistake. You must be wise. Moral blunders never get healed.
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
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Now it is autumn of my hopes. I had satisfied his lust. I had recharged his mobile. I had taken care of his injuries On the skin and in the mind. I had dodged my parents too. I had been treacherous to their trust. Today I asked him About the possibility and sureness. He smiled at my query. He turned his back And said in a coarse tone. Are you fool? Don't repeat this mistake. You must be wise. Moral blunders never get healed.
mohd-arshad
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
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