Dying

Dying

A Poem by Satyajit
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This poem tells how much i'm dealt with her. She is essentially a part of my life.

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All the times, you nodded your head down,
I thought you were 'yes' to my 'yes',
It didn't mean that you loved being mine,
So, my hope was dying; you didn't see.


All the times, you loaded with smile,
I thought you were happy to see,
I didn't know, you were laughing on me.
So, my hope was dying, you didn't see.
                                      

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                                                                                                    Satyajit Lamichhane
                                                                                        Copyright Protected - 2022

© 2022 Satyajit


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Satyajit
Satyajit

Kathmandu, Bagmati, Nepal



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