wanna study in the laaltain,so dim,
on a bed so thin,
in those hot nights,
which made me perspire to the height.
I know i always wept with one drop.
But today i cry at heart and never stop.
I remember the day you slapped me,
and then you wrapped me
in your arms.
You don't slap,you don't wrap
I find there's a big gap
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well that's one of the most concise... but complete "feeling" of the realisation of one's "roots"!... i know i cant portray my mind the way you do it!... its just too good!... and one more thing... i REALLY appreciate your BOLDNESS!... you'll realise that VERY few around are actually bold enough to let SUCH feelings come to the surface!.... so KUDOS!
absolute beauty.
absolute beauty.
when writing makes you want to live it...when writing has got you there...when writing has pulled you into it---wht more can u ask for(?)!!!
will never leave nobodys mind---strongest imprint a poem can eva have...
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