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Oct 2016
And I will never know for real,
If she was a cheater surreal.
She had jinxed various boys,
Even I was one of her toys.

Crying over spilt milk is foolish,
I should take her as a lesson.
Hating does not make any sense,
She never mended her ways.

She cheated me or she cheated me not,
It was always a perplexing mystery.
Am I lucky or unlucky – this I know not
And surely The Mystery Continues.
Probably I am lucky because if she had cheated on me after marriage, I would have rather killed myself for her sin.

HP Poem #1198
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül
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Äŧül  30/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ
(30/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ)   
981
   ---, Corvus, Timothy and Doug Potter
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