Story of a Missing Pen
STORY OF A MISSING PEN
It is a period of long back when,
I start seeing life with an environment of care behind unfill demands
Of time with a nature of shelter to grow,
Like an egg started journey of fly with the sacrifice,
Of to achieve mountains in sky. like a bait in front of time.
Story begins now voices of smile like flyes had been separated
Like cream from a milk,
Started living like lazy drink one day phone rang massages
Is all about the party of emotions
Fall in with a minerals of poisons behind
A truth to know a death certificate with me but without a pen.
With love all
jagdish bajantri
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