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Nov 2016
Thundering showers take their place permanently,
Drench me they do sans any water falling onto me,
Showers descend ferociously with blinding lights...

Come, I beckon you to these unseen roads,
Come, give in to all my melodious odes,
You should listen to painful modes...

How do the torrential rains make me bleed within,
So sober it seems as it makes the rain seep deeper,
The tears drain inside my heart, searing harshly...
I can not ever move on.
All coz I do not wish to.
I can't leave a scope for you to say someday,
"You didn't leave any scope for falling back."
I will spend my remaining life in loneliness if it has to be so.

HP Poem #1263
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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