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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Mystery


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
When lonely
Someone chased me
Was able to hear
Murmuring sound
 Unknown to me
Something very strange
                         disturbed me  whole night
and I found myself restless
O unknown were you there
Disguised as idol made of wood
Being never afraid of you
I ask you to be my friend
Promise not to disclose
Hidden mystery of yours
Your residence is unknown
Neither you are of this world
Nor you want to be.
Asha

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