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Her Gone Destiny

The parent never know like her as if she is step But rotten ideas and glassy beam of the sun The girl was six only at her bay. In the moment of playing sports and games Intoning her dreams to be great in future ahead.



The girl was standing in the line of the train


She was alongside walking with her parents;


The parents were absorbed in scatterbrained dreams


Like being frustrated of thoughts allied in the sky.


For being in the castles in the air and the watery


Leaves like the fallen baby, she did know


Where the path to harvest his future at an early age.


She was flamed with burning of resentment in feelings


For everlasting the growth in due sense and idea.


The train came nearer with whistling sound


In the face of the girl towards the corner


In the road laden with hedges, shrubs and creepers


For being whispered that the death is closing


Suddenly a mad man ran towards her to save


The bewildered girl who was at a loss.


The parent never know like her as if she is step


But rotten ideas and glassy beam of the sun


The girl was six only at her bay.


In the moment of playing sports and games


Intoning her dreams to be great in future ahead.



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