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Death is total displeasure,
That we cannot measure,
It makes us feel sad,
And we also go mad,
Losing someone who is close,
Who always blossomed like a rose,
Tears flowing down the soft cheeks,
For nearly two weeks,
I miss him,
I cry and I scream,
He won't come back,
There was nothing that he lacked,
For sure I remember those moments,
That include his brilliance,
His essence,
His supportive presence,
And now! No more remote fighting,
No letter writing,
No kiss,
For a night that it blissed,
No cake cutting,
No frequent calling,
All night Im alone,
For the same damn thing that I mourn,
His death,
His sweet smelling breath,
No one to bug me,
Or hug me!
I have to move on..
Coz bygones are bygones,
You are dead,
Crying tears, I lay on my bed.......
Sherbanu Molu
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Sunday, November 29, 2009 |
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011 |
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