Never Mean
Never mean
True stories never been called as a lost feather of a bird like a bunch of flowers wait to give us smile by its grace
True stories of fall night went like by count threw the sine of star
True stories are the shades by the shade of tree which grown into the mud of our love
By the hardness of a rock broke
With The breath which I am taking by you in this world never mean I lost you like a
True stories
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Copyright © Jagdish Bajantri | Year Posted 2018
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