When tired of this
complete world,
I was on the route
of recluse,
My feeble hands
were losing the rope,
Then myth knocked
at my door,
And in came a weak
hope,
I felt a bleak
hiccup,
And many followed
it,
And in that moment
when
I thought all have
abandoned me,
A sudden thought
gladdened me,
All can forget me
but not you,
It is said that hiccups
mean
Someone is
remembering you!
From My Poems: Twenty Ten
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