Dying

This poem tells how much i'm dealt with her. She is essentially a part of my life.

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All the times, you nodded your head down,

I thought you were 'yes' to my 'yes',

It didn't mean that you loved being mine,

So, my hope was dying; you didn't see.

All the times, you loaded with smile,

I thought you were happy to see,

I didn't know, you were laughing on me.

So, my hope was dying, you didn't see.

                                      

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                                                                                                    Satyajit Lamichhane

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