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Who I am ?

who i am? just a human,
taking breath and looking for the dreams,
but i do know,
they don't come true,
because i feel my eyes ,
tears coming through !

who i am ? just a leaf,
it will fall down,
when air breeaze,
who do cares for the fallen leaf,
which was someday the part of tree !

who i am ? even i don't know,
m seeking myself,
in the misty world,
who knows when i...

- Mayank Tiwari

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