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Jan 2016
Relationship is like a bouquet,*
Love is the real fragrance,
Just like marigolds and roses,
The religions are the same,
Just like Vedas and Moses,
Miles of smiles sewn together,
Just like starry heavenly poses.

Still flowers fade one day,
Same about the love I felt,
Wild flowers don't need care,
Wild love won't require care,
Mine couldn't be as true,
A judgment was passed.
It wasn't passed by you.

It was passed by people,
The people around you,
You were manipulated,
They infuriated you finally,
Inside I knew it'll be failed,
No I do not blame you,
I know how cursed I am.
My HP Poem #973
©Atul Kaushal
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Äŧül  29/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ
(29/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ)   
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