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Apr 2017
I see not a hope to live,
But I am not going down unsung.

I will leave a mark here,
But I will never know what I made.

I shall be just a memory,
But I am going to be immortal there.

I hear not many things,
But I know I beat in a beautiful heart.

I need not a person to love,
But I have my parents to impart care to.
My HP Poem #1494
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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