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Mar 2018
My words are dried
Feeling short of supply
Where will I find the words
I'm still grieving in pain
Heart is still bleeding
My words are dried
Since I lost her.

Listening to the songs
Back too back.
Waching the roof in dark.
Saying to myself
Let her go.
Will I ever be able to write again.
MANOJ  PAWAR
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MANOJ PAWAR  M/INDIA
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