Sharmila's HomepageWHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME, AND I AM NOT THERE TO SEE IF THE SUN RISE AND FIND YOUR EYES ALL FILLED WITH TEARS FOR ME I WISH SO MUCH YOU WOULDN'T CRY THE WAY YOU DID TODAY
This poem is delicated to MY BELOVED DADA( big Brother)
"DEEPAK" who killed in a car accident two years ago in NE. He was only 23 years old, and had been with me
his whole last
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It's ....me |
on sari
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