Where the spontaneous laughter gets transformed into mere stretch of lips.
Where tears hide themselves in the closet of eyelids.
Where desire finds place to burn itself in some corner of heart.
Where embeded love for someone remains undischarged.
Where hatred is veiled by the smile.
Is that you call it life?
No! I call it a mere pretence.
Where tears hide themselves in the closet of eyelids.
Where desire finds place to burn itself in some corner of heart.
Where embeded love for someone remains undischarged.
Where hatred is veiled by the smile.
Is that you call it life?
No! I call it a mere pretence.
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