The pleasant music are not mere cords.
The decisive war are not mere swords.
The blessed ones are not mere lords.
The four lines are not mere words.
History repeats
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Pranav Kumar
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In my heart, the same old pain beats.
Before my eyes, past moment retreats.
I am left helpless as my destiny defeats.
Truly the wise men said, 'History repeats'.
Should I keep it a secret or disclose Out of the millions, Me you have chose But I don't know how should I compose. Be with me till eternity, Can I propose! Happy Propse Day!
From my heart, a gust of blood race. A pinch of pain, reflected on my face. But with a smile, my death I embrace. I was stabbed again on the same place.
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