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Dec 2015
Look at that...
How the garden lost its glamour,
How the elder tree lost its shade,
How the woods lost the clamour,
How the branches lost the birds,
How the dove flew away, never to return.

Look at that...
How the rose bundle lost its scent,
How the mango lost its sweetness,
How the Christmas lost the snow,
How the eggs hatched & birds ascend,
How romance was brewed, and charred.

Look at that...
How all hell had broken loose,
How the paradise now recedes,
How this heart was lonely & grim,
How the yew woods again sprout,
How my heart beats, *Dag-dag! Dag-dag!!
All the sheen would be taken away if not for my strong, golden heart.

My HP Poem #947
©Atul Kaushal
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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