thy name is frailty.
may be u r reality.
i dislike always to weep;
bt all my trial,u have to sweep.
as u like,whenever,flow from my eyes flow,u!
if u r stubborn bt i m more than u.
i decorate u as rose’s dew,
as drops of rain ,soft leaf has few.
many centuries has passed away ,
after begning of dis universe.
all like me laughed more after tears;
and have hanged u on book of verses.
u r curse n blessing both for living,
bt i have made u a blessed being.
9.9.2016 10.15 pm
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