Come once, peep through the books,
I've written for my beloved sister
Come and check the scratches of my pen
The shabby and blurry pages flutter ,
by gentle breeze,no but due to the trembling of my veins den
Come and check the love wounds on my pages
Just gaze at the contents, no need to read them all
By the stains of tears, conjecture the depth of pain
Come and check , dust has covered them,
My unrequited love and unfulfilled covet
Buried there in the pages of forlorn
Come and check I've not opened them once...!!!
Come once and check hearts irregular decorum...
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