She sang a song,
About her life.
Of triumphs small,
Of tragedies big.
Her heart was heavy,
She poured it out.
With a melody spree,
She let out her clout.
Of abuses and sniggers,
Of vices and diggers.
Of all the wrong she met,
Of all the horror she got.
She was happy at last,
For she had tasted life.
In her singing vigor,
She had uncovered her strife.
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MALLUMELODY
u r on a singing spree, man!
August 20th, 2013
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@mallu:yeah,you can say that!
August 20th, 2013
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@mukhtaar:Thanks man:)
August 20th, 2013
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@tarzan:Haha:)
August 20th, 2013
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@daneshwari: Its an honour to write for people who understand the poems :)
August 20th, 2013
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Thank you:)
August 21st, 2013