Know, we are living here in 21st century,
though unable to redifine our destiny,
use a lot of splendid method to satisfy our need,
have ever thought, what is the effect of our this deed?
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I sit to write
and to redicide
my dull future
and your face
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endless days,
never ending todays,
no gurantee for future,
past has no existance,
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I can spit words and form a poem
and not to worry of its consequence
as it always brings a good luck for me
and i am quit sure you all are experiencing this
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A poem and poem and poem for eternity
and a pen and a pen and a pen for my insanity
my love has a clour red and it never clots
and even in the hard times i never give up plots
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i am the beginning part of our love story
that slightly become more deeper by poetry
and the way i writes about your feathers
i bet task could not be accomplished by others
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poems are secred
they are holy as well
they have no religion
they are used only to tell
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i am not boasting yet delivering a simple trauma
that my heart has has a connection with yours
and this is a life long and for more than posterity
the time exceeds eternity and forever the bind is there
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though I am not
before your eyes
my heart is always
there.
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baby so lovely
baby so sweet
on your every move
I tweet.
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