Vishorag Shadja Biography

The cycle of events,
Ones which I cannot vent;
Have haunted my thoughts
Like a noose of ascots.
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Standing tall is the tower by the shore,
When all around you doesn't even reach,
Your height that will sky breach,
Against the salty wind along the beach.
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Time had slipped,
I rarely noticed.
Grief has me gripped,
At the highest.
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Sulking that I missed lunch,
I raced down the stairs…
Buying chocolate to munch,
I saw the flowing éclairs…
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"Doesn't matter what you said,
Doesn't matter what you did,
I am leaving and that is true,
Because I am mighty sick of you."
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