san santhosh Poems

sitting in your place and thinking your memories
no one surrounding me except the dare breeze
where you went everyone knows
expect me
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Same gate, the road crossing the same way
Once I had the belief, the present is the presentable one
Now I am thinking about the past
where you passed me...
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my hopeless night will tell my life
and my fearless joy treat me first
see me now as a useless poet
writing for the payfull creation
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