Gaurav Madaan Poems

This is my room, a sweet groom 
Where I have memories intact without any doom!
Happiness bounded by discrete wands of limitation,
Just like a place devoid of tree plantation!
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Just a little boy, just a little thought,
Pressure creeping on my sore throat.
Looking at the world and expecting the chunk of joy
But wonders wonder , that was not a ploy.
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Just a little boy, just a little thought 
Pressure creeping on my sour throat.
I don't have clothes to wear,
But nothing intensional I swear.
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