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For a vanished poem.
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Alas!
I wrote a poem,and
before saving it
due to my own fault
it vanished.

Now my mind is blank
and my grief stricken heart
is crying for the deadly accident
nobody around me
to share my luck.

The night is rare
the clouds all over the sky
flouting and rejoicing my failure
with the pouring of rain
my love mingles in my deep heart
I fear to sleep
not want again to face the nightmare.

Alas!
my favorite poem vanished somewhere...
Author Notes
I really wrote a poem and due to my own fault it vanished.

© Sarojini Pattayat. All rights reserved,2/10/2013 

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