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Akriti Arora

Abstract Tragedy Children

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Akriti Arora

Abstract Tragedy Children

Dear Ex Friend,

Dear Ex Friend,

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Dear ex friend, And my diary

This words are from ex

To an 

Friend of mine.. 

He came like a blister

Thundering from being The Mr.

Oh yeah not mine

The Mr. of The universe

The ex’s of many,

Oh again you got it wrong

Not any ex’s of mine.

The Mr. was an ex’s friend

An ex’s friend of mine.

He gave those hundred roses to me..

But sadly they all have died..

I thought is peerlessly

Am I the unlucky one?

Or he is

the dullness’ with mind!

Oh no noo I’m not the cry baby

I’m the one that make them cry

He tried once again to make me angry

Loosing his sight and plight…

Again he said some heavy words to me

With no charm and cry

One day I being the misses glowry

Made him badly cry! 

Once again, 

I thought it badly what an absolute

Looser Mr he was?


Oh yes sadly the baddest one query maybe 

I jokingly and happily smiled.



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