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Apr 2017
Know that I asked for physical pain,
Right when I was the most happy,
Invincible I seemed to myself,
Poor me- I got it what I asked for,
Into the hospital ICU I joined forces.

Ya I'm cursed with a long, long life,
Onto an evil world I'm slammed,
Until I met her I knew not love.

Could I walk on water to satisfy her,
How convenient for her to imagine,
Exhausted, my love isn't even a bit,
Aches my heart so metaphorically,
Tiniest shards of my soul just cry.
Prior to my accident when I was associated with a social service society, I often ended up praying to the almighty in my loneliness to let me bear all the pains of the people. I got what I asked for.

My HP Poem #1507
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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