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Sep 2019
We used to invite you,
Come September, Come.

But now we wait for you to end,
As the wounds you gave still bleed.

What we lost in your days is life,
More than life, we lost our love.

We remember New York,
We remember Munich.

So please hear our plea,
End September, End.
My HP Poem #1766
©Atul Kaushal
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Äŧül  28/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ
(28/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ)   
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