Lekhny composition -09-Jul-2022
Crows have gathered
Flower petal by petal has withered
Doctor has come , now the patient will recover
But why there is no medicine for my broken heart
Tears are rolling, something inside is burning
People have gathered, my home is now fish market
They saying be a man , shoulder shrugs but no Pat's allowed
Tears are rolling down on girl cheek , wiped it by gentle touch
But why no cradle for my broken heart
Friends talk money and seek me to take out for leisure
Moon now haunts me , used to give me pleasure
My heart turned to cactus, and memories of her dry me under scroching sun
But why no medicine for my broken heart
Why no umbrella for my heart
Shrishti pandey
13-Jul-2022 08:24 AM
Nice
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Milind salve
12-Jul-2022 10:42 PM
Nice
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Chudhary
11-Jul-2022 11:51 AM
Nice
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