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I forbid you
In the 25th hour of a day,
That's the time when
My conscience lay
...

Living today;
On alcohol and broken dreams,
Lying on my sorrow,
Hiding from my own grin.
...

I met a friend today;
Whom I didn't know,
Laid on the street he looked grey,
But people weren't stopping their flow,
...

Every blank page needs to be filled
By a poet,
Hours of contemplating
Yet a blank page,
...

50 odd strangers met in a room;
Which was unfurnished?
For three boring years
They were doomed
...

6.

What shall I become when I will be gone?
Loosing myself in thin air; but alone,
Lonely days are so hard to endure,
Watching this world all by myself I abhor.
...

Do not stop me
My favorite leaf may have had fell,
I have to make haste
But nothing to air I can tell.
...

Me and my sister looking in the mirror;
And pulling each others leg,
‘I look more good than you dear! '
She said.
...

Someday when we will meet
On the road—
You will have your left hand
HELD by him.
...

My tired heart must
Stop at once
His search for love,
For he is been loved
...

I must be, like you are;
Lurking in the dark,
Waiting for senescence to begin,
Following a preposterous bark,
...

12.

I may have gone too far,
To think about my scar,
Which is increasing on the inside?
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The Best Poem Of rahul mandal

25th Hour

I forbid you
In the 25th hour of a day,
That's the time when
My conscience lay
On reality,
That's the time I know
People walk by my side
Over our head hides
The sky
Before my clouded brain,
Walking by the platform
Waiting for the train,
Which ripped my shoulder 'your headrest'
Off my body and sped,
I walk among the rest
Without someone staring at me,
From behind comes your boyfriend
chopped off my arm ‘which you keep crossed arm for me not to run off'
For some eagles to get fed,
I keep walking while losing some part
Of my body,
My throbbing heart seeks for peace,
Your solace ate your reluctant brother right off of my cheek,
I was then beaten up by your father
My blood for your mother to reek,
I was then forced down to sit
Beneath the tree,
From which your heavy bosom fell
Come to think of it
25th hour is never to dwell.

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