Category : Poems

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Slumped in the street, an earl
Journeying very far
Into an unknown land

Hoping for the arrival of a mirage lover, she sit back
Oblivious of the danger ahead

She is the antidote
But she doesn't know
Peeping through the window
She wept bitterly for being snubbed

They are their own antidote
He could be well with her touch
His voice could brighten her smile
With a kiss planted on his lips
He could regain his consciousness

With her fall that made their history
With her innocent but wild act, he could be hale
Without living on a daily dose of drugs.


              #Haryanfhe#