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Apr 2013
They have a wide choice
To pick any sharp-pointed
Tool to slice my neck with
Or to stick in my stomach.
But no!
I know that they won't be
Satisfied hurting me ******
And so they took to words
Or simple boycott they've.
...Their weapons...

Unluckily they were once my friends
And I had set afire the newest trends
Improvising & exploiting my ways,
Which they follow until these days.
And lo!
They forget me - they forgot me
They have forgotten my words
For I wasn't their teacher ever
Nor would they ever become
...Atul Kaushal Sharma...
My HP Poem #151
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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   Hilda, Jodi, Timothy, st64 and Kripi
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