Is this a romanticism?
A small face surges through me
like splashing water
a truth that never goes from me
Is this what life is?
my own thoughts kill me,
I try to stand but gravity does its best,
smile comes and goes
my lips become dry
Is this a reason for death of a fish?
above these all I live
in which world I do not know
Is this really me?
I don't think so because they call me mad,
And that what I am
My thinking makes me that
An amazing mad guy........
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Kedar Sunuwar 'sangket' travelogue writer poet novelist song writer story writer

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