Keeping the dead alive.

Keeping the dead alive.

Keeping the dead alive. 

Why am I laughing so loud?
That’s not too funny.
Still I am trying to give out the most extended curve.
Why?

Why am I so happy?
Things are not that fine.
Still I am trying to fit in your happy frame.
Why?

Why do I yell so loud?
There’s nothing going exciting.
Still I am trying to bounce in your exquisite.
Why?

Why do I feel so enliven?
There’s nothing so cheerful.
Still I am trying to be cool.
Why?

Why should I swing?
There’s nothing going like quadrille.
Still I am trying to tune this queer.
Why?

Why should I stay?
There’s all to grandiose.
Still I am trying to fit in this gross.
Why?
– Yash

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Yash Mainali
Doesn't matter how many new blooms are there. Feeling for the very first one is totally conserved. No other can replace the feel of essence in prime florescence I had for.

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