#OpenPoetry TO BE CONTINUED since my boarding sch

"#OpenPoetry TO BE CONTINUED since my boarding school i wanted to sent you a letter, a letter which would contain almost nothing, but will fulfill my fantasy of posting a letter. to you because, its a love letter and you are my first love. but, the dream is still to be continued. not because i don't know how to; but from where to sent was the problem. days past and time flew by and by school ended college began, trend of nokia changed to smartphone, but, i still had that fantasy. by hook or crook you have to recive the letter by me; i was determined. this time i took pen and paper but, can someone tell the pattern to write it? flipped and turned the page of my dairy; to find my old letter, safe in the dairy it was , dairy that i stole from you at the past. pursued my degree, found myself a job and this time it was not the pattern that i forgot; it was lack of time. finally today, i am writing a letter: a hymn of my death, and this time it won't go through post but, with my body,covered with the tricolor. tribute to soldier"

#OpenPoetry TO BE CONTINUED

since my boarding school i wanted to sent you a letter,
a letter which would contain almost nothing,
but will fulfill my fantasy of posting  a letter.
to you because, its a love letter and you are my first love.
but, the dream is still to be continued.
not because i don't know how to;
but from where to sent was the problem.
days past and time flew by and by
school ended college began,
trend of nokia changed to smartphone,
but, i still had that fantasy.
by hook or crook you have to recive the letter by me;
i was determined.
this time i took pen and paper but,
can someone tell the pattern to write it?
flipped and turned the page of my dairy; to find my old letter,
safe in the dairy it was ,
dairy that i stole from you at the past.
pursued my degree, found myself a job
and this time it was not the pattern that i forgot;
it was lack of time.
finally today, i am writing a letter: a hymn of my death,
and this time it won't go through post but,
with my body,covered with the tricolor.


tribute to soldier

#OpenPoetry TO BE CONTINUED since my boarding school i wanted to sent you a letter, a letter which would contain almost nothing, but will fulfill my fantasy of posting a letter. to you because, its a love letter and you are my first love. but, the dream is still to be continued. not because i don't know how to; but from where to sent was the problem. days past and time flew by and by school ended college began, trend of nokia changed to smartphone, but, i still had that fantasy. by hook or crook you have to recive the letter by me; i was determined. this time i took pen and paper but, can someone tell the pattern to write it? flipped and turned the page of my dairy; to find my old letter, safe in the dairy it was , dairy that i stole from you at the past. pursued my degree, found myself a job and this time it was not the pattern that i forgot; it was lack of time. finally today, i am writing a letter: a hymn of my death, and this time it won't go through post but, with my body,covered with the tricolor. tribute to soldier

#OpenPoetry a tribute to soldier
#Memories
#fantasy
a soldier never dies

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