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We know our relation
He is my dad
She is my mom
And I'm there daughter
But do they know
what I like
What I want
What's my favorite place
Who's my favorite person
No they don't
Neither I
My father was busy making money
And mother was busy doing house chores
They never got a chance
To tell
What do they like
Or to ask
What do I like
I know they care about me
But I guess
They don't know how to express it
In their language
This is called
LOVE.

-apeksha ranjan

But this love haunts me And make me feel sad!
Till the last drop of red,
dropped away
Till the last sigh of air,
blown away
I'll run to find myself;
On the deserted island of life,
where all the oceans dried up
In the lonely lane,
where all known faces turned off
Amidst that crowded stations,
Where I've lost myself
I'll run to find myself
I'll run to find myself
My sob may turned
into soulful cries
My feet may stopped
between uncountable tries
Still I'll run to find myself
Through that dark corner of earth
Where I've lost myself.
                           -It's RaNjaN
This is my first poem in hello poetry please read and like it.

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