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Mar 2016
I can not ever move on now,
The love I felt for her was wow,
Nothing after her - this is my vow.

Her memories I can not just mow,
This heart is no more a trough,
I put love in it with a plow.

Two flowers used to grow,
The heart is sad & I'm so low,
I kindred them with all the love.
My HP Poem #1039
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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