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Reality of Life

Don’t be so proud of yourself That storm will come one day Nothing will be in your hands When God’s messenger will land. Your beauty will burn in no time Gold and diamonds will became sand. You will be going far away for ever, Leaving your foes and the friends.

‘Love was fake’ (Poem)

Some letters are still left, Fully wet with the unseen tears,. On every dark night, Often they cheers. The words are mostly faded, But the images are so clear. I find myself decades back, In the streets and on the lake. Peeping through the windows moon says, With a heavy voice and fallen face. Oh!Continue reading “‘Love was fake’ (Poem)”