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One who smiles at you,
Life seems like life,
Being one of you gives me
A reason to live.
My soul trembles
At the thought of your absence,
Your silence stings me very much,
Because your present life feels like life.
No one remains his own,
No dream remains a dream.
But life does not die due to the death of some dreams
.Monsoon does not die
Due to some water flowing away.
You get filled with eyes seeing the toys of childhood.
Childhood doesn't die because of the loss of some toys.
This is life, sir,
Here some relationships are false,
Some relationships are true,
But due to the anger of some faces,
The mirrors do not die.
About the Creator
Priyabrataa Ganguly
Professional writer, foodie, love poems



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