Monday, 22 September 2014

Many a times...

Many a chance I gave to you
Many a chance you lost
Many a times I thought you cared
Many a times you crossed
Many a things I thought I'll share
Many a things got rot
Many a years I waited for you
Many a years you fought
and finally the day
has come, which says...
I'll have to let you go
As holding will stink the love
And I ...
can't bring ; the epitome to low...

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