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Feb 2018
The misery
He is going through
Is not because of
The external wounds,
But the disappointments.
Every day,
Sitting in the backyard
On the chair,
He keeps staring
At the door and
Dies in the hopes.
May be at the age of sixty
He desires of a joyful
And a gladsome family.
Sakshi Rajput
Written by
Sakshi Rajput  21/F/Meerut
(21/F/Meerut)   
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