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𝘼𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙣

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𝘼𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙣

Abstract Classics Others

That Stranger

That Stranger

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Maybe someday in Delhi's crowd,

During a thunderstorm or heavy rain,

You can catch me and shout aloud,

That day all my efforts will go in vain.


Maybe he came to make my life hell,

He was like a beast,

I started living life like a dweller,

As he've ruined my mental peace.


I regret the day when I wiped his tears,

That was torture, what I got in return,

"I'll make you live again". That's my

Words I swear.

He killed me alive with no concern.


He was not a stranger to me,


But he is a stranger,


He was never good to me,


But I didn't curse him later.


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