how broken could one be
how deeply could someone be pierced
how lonely can someone become
when to accompany you its only despair
how dark could nights become
dark enough to leave their mark
for the days to be dull and shadowy
with nothing but zilch to embark
i know why this “how” has happened
it has happened for the people false-hearted
who grab you, possess your character
some lead you, some leave you deserted
the truth so it is – quite resentful, ironic
by them, you shall remain surrounded
till eternity
Marvelous piece
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🙂
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❤️
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Poetry words from you are perfection
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O dear Morgan. You are such a beautiful person.
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🙂 thank you so are you
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Just wonderful. Many people smile a and will even talk to you and as soon as you are not around stab you in the back.
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Most of them. The ones who are true to us, are very few.
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Your picture you used for your blog must be of a few years ago, or, you are way beyond your years. You always seem to have the perfect reply. And your poetry could stand on its own.
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This, my dear is the best compliment I have ever received. How could you be so perfect in bringing smiles to others face.
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…you shall remain surrounded till eternity – perfect flow of words
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Thats the tragic part
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Desertion is the unfortunate reality of life.
Perfectly depicted here in Tagore’s ‘The Postmaster’
http://shortstories.co.in/the-postmaster/
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Thanks for sharing this Nikhil…
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Deep, and worthy
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Thank you so much..
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