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Mar 2015
I lay my down- head
Cut it down with a sharpย ย weapon.
What you want from me,
Why you want all this from me.
Why I am become victim of your this kind of act.
Why you left rest of other people from this universe.
Why i am ,why i am, every time
I have lots of thingย ย too gain,nothing to loose
I have lots of thing too loose,but nothing to gain.
you is related with life,destiny.
vikas chauhan
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vikas chauhan  Solan
(Solan)   
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   Akhil Bhadwal
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