On pensive to talk to my life
Lead me to a truth of my life
No door was open to ask
Knocked at myself;
A shocking answer
"No space"
Again knocked with hope
Hopes came, but
Still folder is full
Many years in deleting history
I have faced lot of errors
In deleting my life memories
I lost my own memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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