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Dec 2014
Yes, I have seen a garden in my dreams...
Initially, it was completely in the greens...
But now the decay has started setting in...

Darkness engulfs the garden even in broad daylight...
Bleakness of my replies deepens as the garden erodes away...
The stench of decay and death overcomes the scent that was...

I have lived multiple lives in a go...
Have lived that of a miracle man...
Have lived that of an iron man...

She accused me that I have a negative ego...
But no, I just have a diamond heart...
And I have my own principles...

Calling whom a ****** rascal?
Me? No way you can do that.
You have your exams, go prepare for them, don't abuse me in panic.

It suggests me that even my hair should turn grey now...
I have lived more than many that life chooses to ditch sooner...
But the fear of death doesn't scare me since long...

Trust me when I say,
I am used to losing,
And I react only when I sing...
My HP Poem #703
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül
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Äŧül  30/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ
(30/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ)   
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