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What’s enough? To stop and stare Or Move forward and glare, At life and its sense Which is nothing but hypocritical nonsens..

Its my world of dreams, Where no one screams. There is joy all around, And happiness, no bound. Where there is no sorrow, ..

A poem for my father.

I met with a girl in the hostel, There were we after leaving our nestle. We were different with nothing same, But were the players of ..

this i wrote for my best friend.

Iam swimming in an ocean al alone, Need care and compassion which nobody shown. All dreams are shattering with left nothing to gain, T..

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