Stop watering my grave Unplug your repenting string I am no more the same flower Who will come back in spring. Too many people with too much of love Am I the only one heart full of lust? Let’s see who wins, over the ink of my hatred Your lies of love, or my truth of disgust.
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The author believes that we all have become extremist in our thoughts or bipolar in nature. We all have subdued our pain and the facade has substituted our genuine faces. He decided to write poetic tales to save himself from this scheduled suffocation and to convey messages of love, hope, courage and pain to his fellow readers. He is presently based in Karnataka working as an Assistant Manager at IDBI Bank Ltd. The Illustrator is a keen artist and believes in portraying all her emotions on paper. She wishes to sketch the simplistic thoughts which are lost in this complex web of mundane pretensions. She is currently a student of University of Delhi. Contact: email@example.com firstname.lastname@example.org
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