My eyes are Red, my cheeks are Red
From top to the bottom I am Red
My nerves are Red, my passions are Red
There is something that makes me Red
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I wonder how I started it
I thought often
But could never express
One day......
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I want to write something
But words fail me to express
My sweet emotions
Full of bitter experience
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Where are those sweet days?
When I was only a child
Worldly affairs had not spoiled my mind
The root cause of happiness
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Today the night seems to be a burden
In a mood of bitter reflection
Troubled by an unknown venture
And bewildered by nature of ‘Nature’
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What is life?
Is it an account
Of some dreams
That are never fulfilled
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I had cherished a dream
A dream which consisted of
A Romantic love
Full of care for his companion
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After few months
Two souls
Going to become one
The silence
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You say
I must justify
What I deserve
I must clarify
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The way I got involved
I could not make revolt
Their ill-intention
Crushed my ambition
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