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Mar 2013
They dubbed me a flirt,
The dictionary says something else,
Someone who passes suggestive comments.

But I've never passed any,
But I've only plainly complimented,
Someone & anyone who deserved compliments..

My mistake is just that I'm truthful,
My pitcher of years has never been empty or full,
Someone can relieve me from this burden I carry on my chest...

I just got into a frenzy and killed all of them in my heart,
Yes they're the ones who misjudged my character,
I just put a nail to the coffin prepared.

I'm unsure how I'll survive without friends,
But I know who is to be blamed for it,
What you call God & me, myself.

Not certain about my righteousness,
But I'm certainly not wrong,
I'm a harmless guy.

But would they ever realize,
What they broke inside me,
Was greater than my heart.
Probably just had their fun,
Something they always seek,
But I'm not at all a cheap flirt.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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