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Jun 2013
Darkness was waiting on his hot rod motorbike,
When I fell from grace onto the hard ground,
Darkness was smirking wickedly as hell,
When I sensed it coming I closed eyes,
Darkness was all I had for 23 days,
When I was about to die I bargained,
Darkness was cajoled by my good deeds,
When I almost made up my mind for leaving,
Darkness relented & let some rays enter my life.
My HP Poem #271
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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