Some sort of happiness.
Some sort of sadness.
Some kind of pleasure.
That pleasure is so delicate which cannot be measured,
During those 40 days his happiness was at its peak.
In that 40 days he was climbing the sky forgetting all the severe pain he suffered in the past.
That 40 days will never be washed.
Why it happened that only 40 days???
Why not it turned into 40 years???
Whenever he see her , it pinches him a lot.
His heart is strong enough now to keep stone on it.
He has been betrayed.
Whenever she looked at him , he starred at her.
Not possible to dilute those 40 days memoirs.
A huge storm came suddenly vanishing everything on 41st day,
But whenever he recalls those 40 days , tears fell from his eyes.
Whatever he did for her is incomparable , thats why it hurts him a lot.
She betrayed him finally.
– by Ashish kumar
Very well written Ashish. I am totally impressed.
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thankyou very much… 🙂
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Well done Ashish.
Enjoyed reading your posts!
You are improving.
Keep it up.
I wanna see you improve a lot more in future.
All the best~!
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thankyou very much… good to see that you enjoyed my work.
keep motivating and inspiring me… 🙂
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Very painful and can feel undying love in your words…
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thankyou very much saru ji for liking my work.. your comment always inspire me a lot… keep motivating me…
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I am sorry for taking so long to come here…You write beautifully and I will always love coming here.
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a very warm welcome to you alpana ji at my blog… i am honoured to have your comment… keep visiting and inspiring me… 🙂
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a very touchy one……
really tooo good….:-)
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thankyou…
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as usual, ur poems r heart touching.
good !
well written
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thankyou very much… keep visiting. 🙂
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Really vry nyc yr..
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