I express my personal anguish in my reviews. The world can deduce and debate my life from my poetry.
                In a cold misty day when you die, 
Before you could close your eyes, 
Memoirs flash before your eyes
On your day, flare with a wistful sense
                
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                Craving for the blue moon
Glued on to the sky and I, 
Run for fun and sing to sink
                
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                Loney is my name, met you in a rainy day
when the rain is over
And the sun begins to glow
Little flowers start to bud
                
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                She is so beautiful; I’m in love with her 
Remember the day I took her for a candle light dinner
Date which we had remained a bit in my diary
We used to hold hands and walk through steam
                
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                He was the one with many dreams
Made us laugh, think & play prank 
The wall was painted black & red
And he wanted to bring us to life
                
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