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Mar 2018
No matter how much I resist.
No matter how much I try.
I can never remain me.
With those I interact with
And all those who pass by,
Leave something of them in me.
But it is not one way round.
In them something of me you'll see.
MdAsadullah
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MdAsadullah  India
(India)   
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