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18h
I am rhythm of broken heart
Which creeps at every step of hers
Which is like the broken sounds ofΒ Β music instrument
Hanging on the wall of my heart

I hear the sounds of her cry
Which my mind send back
to her again with the more frequency

Neither I can get free nor she wants to stop sending the vibrations of those pains
Which raised due to the
broken bond between us

We still are unfinished
song of broken love
Not going to complete in this world

People around us made it more difficult music of my
unfinished life
Written by
Vanita vats
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