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Vishal Sharma

Rookie - 175 Points (10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

**Someone stole my biography**


when destiny prevails and gatherings of clouds over the head,
when graves are full, no place to bury the unluckiest dead,
a ray of hope still makes us working with a comfort ease
however frown we may be, a request is there on the lips, saying please

hardwork prevails the destiny of brave, no fool is allowed
and, habitual actions just mean saying, i have shown
we are the seeds of death, growing to die at a moment
i lost myself, and not in a mood of searching times i lost

i have a jar of blood into my head, that keeps me alive
and, your love, the two faced coin, never loyal to me
you proved fatal to me and i bear the pain silently
what a person could do in case someone stolen his biography.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 24, 2013

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  • Rookie - 303 Points Poetheart Morgan (7/23/2013 11:21:00 AM)

    No one can steal your biography! It is not tangible, can not be saved or borrowed. It is within you. forever (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Survi Sharma (7/18/2013 3:12:00 AM)

    a very live and natural feel reading such a wonderful and talented write
    your talent is blooming day by day and may god bless you all (Report) Reply

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