Not enough, your love.
You were the most natural
thing happened to me.
Never aging―your
smile, when you walk in grief.
We turned strangers.
Long back there was a
tiff between the two soldiers.
None wanted a kill.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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