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Bonny Bhagat Poem
Those flashbacks often
dance holding my heart's strings.
With their curvaceous move,
they usually lost their balance and
their obstinate move further
reduce the tension of those strings.
And then those memories fall,
releasing the tightly held strings
& then what happened next
have been confined only to myself.
These flaccid strings
stretched to such an extent
that they usually choke
my almost doddering heart.
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Bonny Bhagat Poem
Let me again celebrate
Our love in your arms my hombre, you are leaving
Come back mate.
You will be gone
leaving shards of your memories
I mourn.
I wish
you stayed more,
itch.
Let me again celebrate
leaving shards of your memories
Itch.
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