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Letter To Shiv Ji : Ladki Dilao
To : email@example.com
Cc: firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org
Bcc : email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org
Sub: Bhagwan ek achhi ladki chahiye: kuchh karo please
I wrote this one, few months back, when I was badly missing my days at school. Must read, if you were a back-bencher, like me.!
Poem - Gods of the Last Bench
naga25french Saysperhaps a English translation of poem would be good for non Hindi users like me
In the whistling sleepless static nights,
when the lonely winds move,
bustling through windows of heart,
putting the paper of emotions on groove.
The rustling of constant freedom,
from the paperweight of world,
trying to touch again the beloved pen,
when her kiss of signature make it blurred.
The memories of that lovely yore,
when that pen embraces the paper,
before sliding back into relations penstand,
looking with a decreased taper.
The paper have those inked memories,
reminding it of that one special past,
and now he sees pen embracing every other paper,
that special feeling smoked so fast.
and it cried in the night all long,
for his love for the pen becomes a sin,
and in the morning with all inked memories blurred and melted,
he died in the dustbin....
The story of a salesman for a day, tried to be as creative as possible. Comments are welcome
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