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by Mahesh Kachare Aug 7, 2017 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Being jealous, you spoiled my life Hence I will kill you with knife Because of you, I lost my children You will also loss children in rain Being sad, I am giving you curse To live life, you will not get source I have come to know your nature It isn't like man, but like creature For you, my wife's gold, I use to sell Hence, you will definitely go to hell Now, I am going to commit suicide In hell, no one will take your side After my death, don't look at sky Ok, now I am going to heaven. Bye.
by Anamika Patil
Wow! What a poem! nice