Yours
I told you
Stay here
You are not
The one
Associate with danger.
I told you
I am both
Bad and good
I told you
I care not
Your mood.
I told you
I have the morale
Cross morass.
I consigned
All consistencies
All inconsistencies
And show consols.
And I am a debtor
I am yours.
poem by Gajanan Mishra

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