Part 1

It's hard to say NO rather than pretend YES
My words were true but found lamentable.
The chance might bring into the world slipped through the tongue for our favorite relationship.
Now I am nailing against the wall of reality,
I'm clicking it for my flanks.
The pain from words goes viral and the ambient gets defiled.
The nice woven cloth of fine thread of love was torn.
Although patches of rafu were an excellent opportunity to rebound at the same time, the exact woven cloth.
But ego has satisfied itself by giving birth to an unsatisfied soul.
The virtue of humans recognizing the RAVAN within me is carried by everyone each time.
Each time making the effort to be killed by RAMA.
Each time I lose one SITA, a soft emotional, caring version of me leads to an unsatisfied soul.

Continued....


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