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Karisa Brown Sep 2018
Her hands came
From sawdust
Burried deep
Hidden caves
Of madness

Her speech
Made no sense
But I knew
I read her lyrics
I could see the stars
Dancing in her eyes

Madness
Was a four letter word
Lust love tragic
We had to say goodbye

I miss her sparkle touch
And warm hugs before
I closed my doors
Sometimes a heart
Just won't have it
And sometimes it ask for more
Àŧùl Jan 2016
The fabled story about Netaji,
That he survived the crash,
And lived on in INC rule,
Was probably a false trail,
The Gumnaami Baba,
Or The Tashkent Man,
All was probably a myth,
A desperately phony tale.

Because if he actually survived,
He would not have been sitting ducks,
Seeing the nation fall into the ditch of corruption.
Gumnaami Baba: Anonymous Ascetic

Indians or any other well aware people will connect with this one about the Indian freedom fighter 'Netaji' Subhas Chandra Bose.

My HP Poem #1007
©Atul Kaushal

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