partha mondal Poems

Hope all my friends are, by the grace of God, well
In the dreamy world of facebook my mind likes to dwell
By talking and chatting with all of you everyday
From depression my heart has been turned into gay
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The summer is slowly making it's advent
This makes me these few lines to invent
Slowly the heat will be felt by all
Sweat has already from the summer received a call
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When I look, with regret, at my past memories
Besides frustration I, for myself, invent there glories
Sometimes I could not achieve success, sometimes I could
Sometimes I remained kind, sometimes rude
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