Burned.

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Burned.

Illusions often break to leave a scar. In dreams i didnt realise the real world was far. Abandoned in a wink, i had no home. Legs too weak to find a hope. Burned in the fire of truth i walked Miles away now, i am still bogged.   PRAGATI VERMA

You

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You

Well strange but true the smile still waits for you The sobs still calls you You, who never came You, who never cared The roses died down hating The tears dried waiting But you never knocked my door You, who never loved You, who never stayed Pieces of my heart laid apart ┬áto your painful […]