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Tushar Mahajan Jul 2012
was it a night or a gloomy day
for mates it was a reason to crave

felt great when saw a lady great
wearing a necklace of grace

nvr hav breached the fate,
her fruity floral eyes hav had serenity to captivate..
Tushar Mahajan Jul 2012
Birds fly to the neck chilly heights,
see upon with a tendering sigh

Afraid to land upon a lousy soil;
glooming in disguise

Morally corrupt are the horrifying souls,
and captivated to the sweetest rose

Rose looses its shine;
appeasing hunger which knows no bound

I know no sweetness,just a fact-
I'm a girl need life; just in case I strive..

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