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Jul 2013
He went to her home in late hours.
She had invited him intentionally.
He reached late in the midnight.
She had long prepared for him.
He smelled roses & lavender.
She had deliberated them.
He had no clue about it.




And just as you are searching for more,
The poem takes an unexpected sharp turn!
She pulled out the dagger and she had no regret thrusting it into his unfaithful chest that smelled of various ladies.

My HP Poem #361
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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