Thu, 10/29/2015 - 23:49 -- Damodar

Walking on the road, I used to be

Shh! Thinking all about the thing she talked to me

Curiously, precisely straight

Bother me again, why she faint.


A word sensed me a lot

Huh! It attracts me towards what I lost

Hilariously, furiously blind

Further, makes me out of my mind


She’s the only one, I was loved

Yeah! She’s truly my beloved

Fairly, sincerely remind

Utter nonsense, had lost mine


World is made from nothing

Loses something turns to its beginning.





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