A Rich LadA Poem by Prathima Shet
I am still found crying on my bed
Where, hez laughing around in his life. I am still found seeing our chat conversation with a tear in my eye, Where, hez started a new conversation with someone with a smile. I am still waiting for him to get back, Where he has already moved on and never gonna return. I am still suffering for a peaceful sleep, Where, hez dreaming of future leap. I am walking on the street like a mad where, he is enjoying as a rich lad. -19/11/2012 Mon, 11:47 PM
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