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She was preparing for her exams, And I was aiding her for the prep, Over the telephone I helped her. She was a bright student always, And I had to rarely give even a tip, On some biology topics I guided her. I loved her like my child. Misconception rose its head, In the end the relation died, So much is lost in this fight, So much is epitomized here. Young and cheerful her face, Oftentimes I am remembering, Unhappy I am as I fell from grace.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
I Had Just Lit The Path Up
She was preparing for her exams, And I was aiding her for the prep, Over the telephone I helped her. She was a bright student always, And I had to rarely give even a tip, On some biology topics I guided her. I loved her like my child. Misconception rose its head, In the end the relation died, So much is lost in this fight, So much is epitomized here. Young and cheerful her face, Oftentimes I am remembering, Unhappy I am as I fell from grace.
And it's my birthday again on 23rd of December. My HP Poem #937 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
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