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The Happy Bows Turned Fake
Always I passed beside the bows But never I personally taste its pain Successfully once I entered its realm Getting the hope of blissful heaven . Ah ! What a happy life you and me Thinking never I will leave the bows But you betrayed being other spouse And I know now the pains of happy bows . The nature started to sing when we united Now I see them weeping days and nights When I passed by and painfully observed And now never the bows sing as you part . Once you yet entered there after the parting To make the bows clam and bliss with Your pretended weep that the bows believe But not so long the the bows surmised The betrayed your weeping was fake always . When I at first dare not to entered the bows To have the pains of their taste to the least But now I have become the Friend of The fake bows for Every days having no rest . Like the short clothed nature I surmise You and I became united for a few days For the peeping bows' happiness to taste But the bows happiness turned fake Always . Composed on :- 09/9/17 @ 12.00 pm
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