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Tomorrow's Poem Today Each-n-every teeth is shaking, and hair had left it's place, my speech is also shivering, and face has lost the grace. While walking legs are trembling, and vision has become too foggy, I hold a stick in hand, and am navigated by a doggy. With the mild breeze which flow, my heartbeat comes and go, and there are plenty of wrinkles, above and around my brow, But as you said my dear one, at heart one should be young, one should not loose his hope, no matter what is among. This is the poem of tomorrow, which I�m reciting for you today, I miss you every moment, Just this I want to say. Harsh Y Bahl |
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