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I still have a life to live!

I still have some words to speak.  Some words that can describe my thoughts and flatter all the divinity.

I still have some feelings to express.  Feeling,  which are seeds of love and ocean of tears.

I still have some stories to tell. Stories of a war, Brutal was my mind ; showed no mercy to heart.

I still have some seeds to plant.  Fruits of which would have taste of love.

I still have some doors to close and some to open.  Doors which have locked the sunshine and the doors which invited the darkness.

I still have some songs to sing.  Songs of my praise and love to myself.

I still have a life to live.  A life for which I struggled so far, made myself deserving and learnt the essence of it..

Raviraj Mishra


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