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Oct 2014
The note that read,
"It isn't my cup of tea
and it's too hard to shoot
when made too blind to see.
I couldn't make it.
It fills them with hate
and they never lend me ears
when I prognosticate.
They ripped my pockets
for the things I never had.
I was killed everyday
and now killed to death.
Thus death never killed me
but welcomed me abode"
It chiseled through my doggone heart
when I read your death note.
SYNOPSIS
This poem is nothing but the pain of a failure... Even if the protagonist knows the prophecy... his abilities and consequences of the step he is made to take.... He is pushed into that task for assured failure
Vardaan Singhal
Written by
Vardaan Singhal  Meerut city, India
(Meerut city, India)   
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