If you want
If you want
this is my skin
you can see.
this is my soul
you can feel.
How to die
I know.
I know
how to live.
But nobody is agree
to let me free.
You, my dearest
at least say something
say about eating walking
here there as per desire.
Only you are mine
come with mw
come with me to see
to talk to move
and to do things
which conduce.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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