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by Sai Vara Prasad Potharaju Oct 19, 2015 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
You are certainly looking great No space left for me Monsoon is always treacherous Lost faith wrapped the tree Silence never measured the tone Darkness, nothing to SEE Secrecy shifted base False promise always called me Just not feeling alone Changed mood search for a tea No one spare you for a moment Even then you are a poet for me.