Someone Stole My Biography - Poem by Vishal Sharma
when destiny prevails and gatherings of clouds over the head,
when graves are full, no place to bury the unluckiest dead,
a ray of hope still makes us working with a comfort ease
however frown we may be, a request is there on the lips, saying please
hardwork prevails the destiny of brave, no fool is allowed
and, habitual actions just mean saying, i have shown
we are the seeds of death, growing to die at a moment
i lost myself, and not in a mood of searching times i lost
i have a jar of blood into my head, that keeps me alive
and, your love, the two faced coin, never loyal to me
you proved fatal to me and i bear the pain silently
what a person could do in case someone stolen his biography.
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