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Feb 2014
I have this peculiar habit of expressing my unrelenting love for you in particular, my love.
In this life full of failures I stand alone and if not for you, I do not see any well-wishers.
They tell me that I am doing it wrong and I would mess it up as usual in the end.
But I am unaffected whatever they may say and they may tell me to do it the normal way.
You are too much young than me they say, yes I feel for you like a guardian, yes I love you truly.
Let them spew out more poison, let them all turn a blind eye to their own problems.
So then their format of life is okay for them, I don't care about theirs and will live my own.
My HP Poem #526
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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