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My dreamt dream

slowly- slowly blowing
west wind has turned
my past life
the chapter of
my darlings'  remembrance
makes me sick and sad
i feel that is her love
because of what i am mad

which i could have
obtained in an ambit
i were sure , god would
have created me for only her.
 

By - Rajesh.
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