There was a time,
when birds sang a song,
“get up, get up,
the day is not so long”.
In the air,
there was a fragrance,
a fragrance of love,
and of allegiance.
The blush was magical,
when the sun used to set;
And when the rains poured,
turned me perky, made me wet.
Today when I look back,
I realize, it was a past.
I sit alone, think of morrow,
may be I’m aghast.
I see the birds and wonder,
why do I have to spare?
I hear their songs, then,
suddenly I don’t care.
Now sun is just
an orb of fire.
And about the beauty,
I have no desire.
Today, if the rains pour,
Will wet myself I swear.
Not to dance in it,
but to hide…that falling tear.
Deepak Rana 
nice buddy ……
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you remind me of the good old days friend.Keep up the good work….
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thanks asa… and ofcourse thanks Sumit
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awesum man… but bht sad hai..:(dont b so sad..
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oye serious bande :)..nice one!
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@vibhor ,,thanks bro@surbhi… i feel good to express emotions this way
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jaise jaise college khatam ho raha hai, tu exponentially senti hue jaa raha hai….naa putt…plzzzzz naa :pps: ever thought of publishing ur work…we'll have 2 poets, 1 geek, 1 sexual offender, 1 controversially himachali and well, me in punjab gt then
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hamara chintu as funny as ever 🙂
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And i thought i m the senti one between us !!
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nice nice 🙂
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thanks scientist 🙂
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This is really really nice 🙂
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