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Nov 2014
After discarding the remains,
Of a troubled past mangled with lies,
All that remains is happiness.
My eye-water bereaved me long ago,
Since she came to me at a go,
I turned bereft going crazy after her.
Her breath scents up my life,
Sweet flavour of the first kiss worthy,
Of being as tasteful as elixir.
Love you forever.

My HP Poem #692
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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