War

Two months have passed by

Dried words have fallen down

Now it is time to burn them all

But I can still feel you in my blood

Will I be able to free my soul

In the war of loneliness and love?





🏡 West Bengal, India
We all are undreamed friends of someone. So here I am yours undreamed friend to tell you my thoughts in terms of stories and poems.

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