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Nov 2012
Probably that accident had its toll,
I neither completely forgot nor do I remember it all.
Vague memories pop-up in my mind,
I neither entirely forgot her kiss nor do I remember it all.
Old friends call me an experienced hunter,
I neither was ever one they call 'hunter' nor do I wish to be at all.

Yesteryears seem a distant memory,
I read a lesson after the event took place & changed my life.
Eager to move forward and see,
I read a lesson after each day passes away on the edge of the knife.
Kite I aspire to be flying free,
I read a lesson in future which is blurry but surely seems full of strife.
I met with a near-deadly accident whose after effects are the inspiration for me in this poem.
My HP Poem #7
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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   --- and Kripi
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