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Best Friend

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I compose
the graph of the changing moment
with the blood of my mood

I break
Hundreds of ribs
Of my dreams
To build the pillar of my argument
On the dead bodies of my wish
Against each and every

Failure and defeat
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Aftab Alam Khursheed 29 April 2013

very nice poem with pathetic dreams loneliness, unhappiness then ease... words are meant to be a friend especially for the poet, thank u

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Gajanan Mishra 26 April 2013

I like this poem and read again and again. thanks.

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