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Aug 2013
How shrill does the world sound,
Especially when I don't hear you,
You are dearly missed & wanted.

I cannot bear you away from me,
Freedom is awaited for you & me,
Nothing seems completed to me.

Skies too lose sunlight in the day,
Clouds missing water as in May,
It seems hot wherever they slay.
My HP Poem #415
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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