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Jan 2016
There blew winds of change,
Immoral they made me forget,
Forget the pure form of love.

Entwined around this heart,
The dreadful poisonous creeper,
How they **** all life inside.

Perhaps you misunderstood,
Blaming someone else I am not,
Because I was the gardener.
My HP Poem #958
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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