In The Deapth of Heart

Prashant Singh

Abstract Tragedy Classics

Prashant Singh

Abstract Tragedy Classics

1 min

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english poem heart depth

No one knows, what lies deep down in someone's heart

Whether it is enchanted with joy or tore apart

For the sake of other's happiness

Mind fakes a smile on my face, suffocating my true part

No one knows, what lies deep down in someone's heart

Whether it is enchanted with joy or tore apart

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