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It Will Come Along..

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Last ray of hope,
I have now lost.
Mysteries come along,
And spill the toast.

People say I am,
Better as me.
With no knowledge of,
What they want to see.

I have lost again,
In whatsoever game.
But I had no intention of,
Keeping all in my name.

Why life is hard to live,
At all point of time.
Where is the rosy dream,
Which I saw from naked eye.

I might not be all right,
But I know I am not all wrong.
I remember a favourite song,
And I believe it will come along.

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Manisha Awasthi

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