My poeems are reflective experiences of my life.
My eyes are Red, my cheeks are Red
From top to the bottom I am Red
My nerves are Red, my passions are Red
There is something that makes me Red
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I wonder how I started it
I thought often
But could never express
One day......
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I want to write something
But words fail me to express
My sweet emotions
Full of bitter experience
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Where are those sweet days?
When I was only a child
Worldly affairs had not spoiled my mind
The root cause of happiness
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Today the night seems to be a burden
In a mood of bitter reflection
Troubled by an unknown venture
And bewildered by nature of ‘Nature’
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