Someone once said to me, Men don't cry.
Tears, why?
It merely betrays the manliness within him, I innocently replied.
Then just yesterday, my friend- Akin had the cleanest
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In the clutters of solitude and whispering trees
Finds my pen, a word for this refuged place
At the snap of countryside's humming, finds me
A medley to harmony, nature sings a song.
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Say this prayer, now and again.
Say this prayer.
There is a home turned house and village that once existed; there is no more.
All that is left, potsherd of broken memories.
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