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How can I forget the colour of that pink shirt,
and the smile of a translucent face,
in the young darkness of evening,
That fifteen minutes touch,
or may be any other of that kind,
that turned me positive from negative,
A long time passed in understanding,
It is too negative to be Positive,
And suddenly my whole presence become dubious,
All eyes now look differently,
To my virtues and vices,
Yes, I am different now,
perhaps better than the time when,
my identity was not so unreal,
Knowing better what to do and how,
To alter things and cross obstacles,
Than why not let me live POSITIVELY even after being positive.
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One of the best poems....
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Thank you Sheela ji

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