novel poem 1A Poem by not a writer suvratI haven't written this.... Its a friend's favour Thnks sarthak gulati
Fate is such fumny thing,
It throws u here,it throws u there, And spills u all over. Desperate to gather thyself, You hold onto ur parts, Bt alas,fate is made of broken hearts. Desting gets u broken Not always it turns out well. Intangible strings choke us out, Chew upon us and throws us dry throughout By sarthak gulati © 2015 not a writer suvrat |
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Added on January 7, 2015 Last Updated on January 7, 2015 Authornot a writer suvratyamuna nagar, haryana, IndiaAboutM an aspiring engineer. NOT a WRITER or smthing of that kind. more..Writing
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