Your poem
Whatever you write
I see it starts from mine
Whatever your words say
I listen it strikes the door of my mind
I know, it maynot be true
But my heart denies
Just like a childish mannerism
It nags being blind
And starts to believe
A new love -means a new day
For roaming the next way...
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