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May 2014
Walking alone on the hot road,
Though it feels like my body,
There isn't any longer me,
Under the burning sun,
It was just a figment,
Having left of me.
It has only let me be,
Shade of the poet I am,
I really am unknown for,
She came and life changed,
My lonely existence vanished.
Her thought itself is so powerful that I don't feel any discomfort.

My HP Poem #629
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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