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Oct 2013
How I wish to take you far-far-far away,
To that end of the world where love won't sway.

With each new day your smiles won't get fainter,
We won't be needing any fake-fake-fake Godmen.

Cheerful children will be around for you and me,
Choosing our world to be the sweet-sweet-sweet place.

Cackles of our babies fill this dreamy cute home,
Caring for the next generation we will live happily.

Wonderful echoes of a glorious past will persist,
We will be able to look after the bright present.
My HP Poem #440
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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