Tuesday, April 14, 2020

An enigmatic one!


Whenever you come at my grave
I feel like my corpse wants to breath once more...
What if I only get one more day to survive
One chance to explain my enigmatic life...

May be life is filled with sob and smiles
More sob and few smiles...

Ok so whenever you come at my grave
 Just carry those pink carnation 
that describe my life
And the reason of my despise...
         
                                              Pragati

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