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Misfortune
Like trees shakes their head in the stormy gust,
And leaves fall down and mix in the dust,
My fate shakes and gets painful grieves
And my luck falls down like the leaves;
Oh ! the leaves can never be returned ,
And my luck, my fate can never be turned
The storm will end one day,
And that day can be near or can be far away,
But the day will come—it's certain,
And the new leaves will born again,
Oh but I am still shedding tears,
Because I've already waited so many years,
Now my heart is turning to numb,
I'm just shouting at God when Goodluck will come,
I don't pray for money , don't want any precious thing
I am just waiting for my spring.
© kuntal
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