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Apr 2013
I am but the Sun,
I light things up often,
But they hide themselves,
Their skins get a sun burn,
So I am wanted by none.

They avoid me in the days,
Their sunscreens & shades,
But they do long for me,
I make things so warm,
In the winters.
My HP Poem #191
© Atul Kaushal
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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