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Harnoor kaur

Tragedy


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Harnoor kaur

Tragedy


Penance!

Penance!

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Still suffering..

Still suffering.. 

The poor heart couldn't differentiate between a Rose and a cactus. 

Poor minds couldn't differentiate between true and false statements. 

Now 've cut down into perfect stone, pale & without any tone. 

Lost r my memories,  lost is my smile;                may be reflect my sins of crime. 

Life route into an anechoic hall;                      left with only color that shadows falls. 

Sneaky cruse shattered every part. 

Out there, air to breathe; windows & door so wide,  still I fall short on oxygen side. 

Music is so loud, birds chirrup all around;    still their's echo of abusive sounds. 

Nature glee green n whine on cherish line;          still set as mourning blight. 

Sneaky cruse shattered every part. 




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