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Nov 2018
Am an artist,
Bounded to feel,
Less to speak..
Void to live,
love to seek..
Crown to win,
Legacy to build,
Fight till death,
Till pay all debt..

Abused and harassed,
Faced grey's and dark..
Facing the waves,
Living in mind caves.

Swearing at night,
Dreaming exotic life.
Freezes my smile,
When lonely breeze blow high..

So listen to me,
While i scream.
This feel is real,
The scattered is healed..
This time wont stop,
When climbing to the top.
Just told my half story,
Still
To earn pride and glory..
Poetry is giving me wings to express the unsaid,the untold stories of my life. This time i will be speaking myself .Expressing my way of life.
Apporva Arya
Written by
Apporva Arya  21/F/India
(21/F/India)   
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