Priya KTG Poems

Not long ago, he found his love,
I kicked my heels; he'll tell by now;
Days turned darker, clouds all grey,
Monsoons cried, so did I, he just got away.
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Heeded, like I was 'your another eye';
As I blossomed in the garden of your heart,
Dampened by your warmful tears;
Pallidness stained as you bled,
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On a gloomy, bleak winter evening,
As I strolled along the bare streets,
Dark sky furnished with grey clouds,
The crows rattled around in chaos.
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