Passing Love
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There is nothing high,
Or that clean record,
For people to remember her,
But she has become immortal,
Because of this Man mortal.
She is an asset,
Sometimes first half of the word,
Who initially wants comfort,
And then leaves a man without an effort.
Let she remember what she was,
Before and after she met me.
Not to condemn her love or care,
But the design of dispatch,
Was very rare, absolutely not fair.
Alas! I never knew,
She traded my heart,
For her time to be passed.
True, her time passed,
True, even she passed.
Dedicated to the time passed.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 23/11/2019
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