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Mar 2013
As of Them,
They aren't cared for,
They are Your Siblings.
You exploit them,
For necessities.
But I must prevent you,
You from ruining the garden I cherished.

As of Me,
I am the Master,
Of My Puppetry.
I am the Puppeteer,
Of My subjects.
Because I created You,
You believe in Me, My child.
Not knowing that it's me actually who is your brainchild
AKS's HP Poem #111
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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