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They said that things would change,
I argued, why would it? We will still be the same,
Unchanged in the very feelings that bonded us,
Blest with wishes and thoughts….
Oft I remember things of the glory past,
Giving the best shot to impress,
Some fallacy, some true and some simply best….
Did I lose the battle there? Did you?
Do you feel like leaving me then? Do you feel like leaving me now?
Life is a tweak, my friend, it is…Remember….
I can’t tell you my sorrow now, I can only show you my pride,
Some things of the past, haunts and thus remains,
I longed to do away with poems coz they say it makes you sad,
And sad in life is what I am,
With or without my poems!
Locked as a prisoner in a hermit shell,
I can barely breathe now,
Its choking the life out of me,
Be with me now……
[ I must stop right away….this poem has reach the pinnacle of sorrow!]
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