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Blow the trumpet

Let it not be dust in the wind,
When I look back.

Thou speak in clichés
Fiddling with violin.

How shalt thou appraise?
Tears and smile.

For astray eyes
Are after,
Trumpet it can blow out deafening.

Shimmering lights,
Enclosed the pastures.

Lights born out of
Papers will fade away.

Search, struggle and shout

It’s not over until I win.

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  1. Unknown3 December 2013 at 16:32

    itna tough english adha baat to sir ke upar se paar ho gaya :) jokes apart bahut accha hai.... really too good..

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    1. Prerna Mishra5 December 2013 at 17:47

      haha....thank you !!
      fb par pura poem explain kiya hai waise.
      Thanks ke tum time nikal kar dekhe ..

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